"Well, you gonna take your clothes off, or do you want me to help you?"questioned Kevin Adam slowly slipped his sandles off and grabbed onto the bott...m of hisshirt to lift it up and off. But, not before, he made a quick glance at all4 corners to see if someone was to come down. "Adam! It's early Saturday morning and the fair is on at the other end ofthe town, and also the only people to use this road at this time are theold people going berry picking at WestMinnister Farms," said Kevin,. Every so often they would throw in one of my original lessons, such asmake-up or deportment. To stop me getting rusty I suppose.I felt sure that I could cope with just about any customer that came myway, as long as they wanted sex, or as a bare minimum to be turned on bymy dancing.I knew I had passed my practical sessions for hair and make-up,deportment and etiquette, and I hoped that these recent sessions meantthat they had completed my training.I was awakened from a sleep period by a voice. ”“Only the best for you.”Before she calms down, I head over to the couch in the suite’s lounge and pour us each a glass of Champagne, then ask, “Would you like a drink to calm your nerves?”She sees the bottle on the coffee table and the two flukes in my hand.“Where did you get the champagne?”“Sam bought it for us.”We sit down, and she moulds her body into mine. She is too nervous to talk, so we just sit back and enjoy the champaign. Occasionally, I bend my head down and kiss her neck or nibble. I had to admit my heart began to sink as they both walked in to our room. My wife told him, “Please, I don’t think I can go through with this. I am still married to my husband andyou are also married. I still love my husband.”I started to feel better that she wasn’t going to let this go on any further. Things then changed again as he started to unbutton her top.He said, “Come on baby, I know you are going to like this as much as I am. I had been wanting to fuck you for a while now.”My wife.