Tom collapsed, still inside her, lying to the side of Patricia. “That was fantastic! I’ve never done that before! You are my favorite whore!”... Tom kissed her on the cheek. Patricia propped herself up on her elbows and looked into Diane’s blue eyes. “Mistress, are you pleased with me? I’ve made you $683 tonight. You can use me some more if you want!” Diane’s eyes welled up with tears. “Patricia, my lovely whore, yes, you have pleased me, you have pleased my husband and given yourself. ..I'm my husbands wife, but I'm you whore...can I suck your dick now...I want to lick your big beautiful ball...I want you to cum in my mouth, so I can swallow every drop...fuck me in my ass, my husband never gets hard enough to do that...I love how you big dick touches parts of my soaking pussy that my hubby can never reach...God that was hot, let me clean off your dick for awhile...are you ready to stick this in my aching pussy?... Tell you hubby when you are done fucking in a certain room in. "How about over dinner?"That brought me to a full dead stop as I turned and regarded him for amoment. I guess he saw the alarm on my face, for he raised a hand. "Abusiness dinner, so to say."Not having allowed myself enough time for breakfast that morning andhaving found myself unable to deal with lunch, I was too famished to turndown his offer. So I shrugged. "Sure, what the heck."Once more taking the lead, he proceeded to take me to a cozy littleneighborhood restaurant just around the corner. He waved and grinned when he saw I had my guitar with me.“Come on up and sit down, Jerry. We’ll pick out a few tunes. The girls are getting ready. We’ll leave a little early so we can get a bite to eat at that new steakhouse over in Damascus, before we go out to the honky-tonk.”“I’m excited, Joe. Man you wouldn’t believe all that’s happened to me since I left here yesterday.”“I forgot to tell you, that if that guitar-pick touches your cock, you’ll get a big jolt, did that happen?” Joe.