In September 1998, I packed my bags and headed back to Melbourne. Those 11 years travelling as a freelance journalist were the best years of my life. ...My goal in life now was to make money quick, buy myself a house or condominium and set myself up for life. Despite my impressive curriculum vitae, there were no vacancies for journalists anywhere in Melbourne. Looking for any job, I saw an advertisement for experienced women wanted in Melbourne’s finest and most exclusive brothel, the Daily. Pissed he headed back upstairs to shower again and washthe pussy off his face.A little more clear headed after freshening up he was starting tocontemplate just not doing the cleaning Lena had asked him to do. Heeven thought about not calling for a new maid just so the living roomwould be just as dirty when his wife came back home to show hisdispleasure and defiance about her demands. Hell he couldn't even seeit was dirty so he really didn't know why it needed to get cleaned inthe first. We were just talking about work. Did you sleep well?” He must not have known about the pool thing because he wasn’t yelling.“Yes. I was tired” I sat down ate and finished before them both so I could go back to my room. I stayed in my room until the wee hours of the night, and then I got thirsty. I made my way down the steps in my bra and a thong and stopped at the stairs when I heard it again….The same moan I had heard 5 years ago. “Fuck Teya, yes” I peeked around the corner and in the dim. My own cock throbbed harder than before as my wife’s body trembled and shook right there on the bed as Brandon continued to pound his long cock into her. He then whispered into my wife’s ear, “I want to fuck you from behind.” Julie rolled over onto her stomach and raised her still trembling ass up toward Brandon’s cock. Brandon quickly mounted himself back behind her as he inserted his long cock back into her. He gave her several long hard strokes with his cock as Julie moaned out, “Oh! Oh!”.