It’s driving me wild. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry, what must you think of me.” Her lips trembled, and I was afraid that tears would follow....efore I could chicken out, I slipped my hands back inside her dress and cupped her small bud-like breasts. Just as I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I locked lips with her.Beth responded, slipping her tongue between my open lips and groaned aloud as I worked her hard bullet-like nipples.Our tongues danced and our lips locked tight.. Later, I told her how it had made me feel to see her with him.She said, “When he comes over again, I’ll let him go all the way — if you like?” She looked at me with such intensity, then continued, “Is that what you want? To watch Frank and me? Is it, Paul? Is that what you want to see? Just tell me if it is.”I said I would think about it some more.After that, we talked about it a lot, and the talking and imaging became part of our sexual sharing.Over the next few weeks, she told me about the. I liked the idea that someone else made the beds, did the laundry and cleaned the bathroom. I had a small kitchenette which served me for my simple breakfasts, but other than that I was eating at restaurants, most often in the hotel's facilities.I parked in the lot and pulled my raincoat collar up around my neck and walked briskly to the building. When I got inside, I saw Sue and Jan standing there, apparently waiting for me."Buy a girl a drink, sailor?" Jan snickered."I can do that," I agreed,. I completed my make-up and looked myself in the mirror; my reflection was perfect and then I headed out to find Nick...I took a cab to the local black club. If I could manage to spend the night with Nick; he would drop me back home in the morning…Once at the front door of the club, I was waved inside by the huge black bouncer who rubbed my buttocks as I asked him where I could find Nick…He slapped my ass and said I could find him with three other blonde married bitches, sitting at a table.