You make it pretty difficult to say no.”Alan shrugged his shoulders, “If the roles were reversed you would do the exact same thing trying to land ... client. Wouldn’t you?”“I would,” Fred agreed.“And that’s why we need to work together,” he pointed his finger into Fred’s chest.He took Katie’s hand into his own, “Good luck my darling,” as he pulled his hand up to his mouth and kissed it gently. “I expect a return on my investment,” as he winked at Fred.“I’ll do my best and thank you!” as she. The room was a smaller version of Sirinna's sleeping chamber. Roughly circular, with a bed that was smaller but no less plush, the floors covered in the same soft furs, the walls made of the same wood pole and thatch construction. Over to the side was a narrow door with a curtain partially pulled back. Past it she could see a basin, and a large, wide, squat pot on the floor.This chamber did have one thing that the larger one did not. In the center of the room, right up against the foot of the. Right on the verge of bursting!" She repeated for the tenth time.When Amber took her coat off, I could see how close she must have been. The crotch of her jeans was soaked! It looked like she had pissed on herself. She blouse was open. She had her bra stuffed into her jeans pocket. With an embarrassing look, she said, "I need some dry panties. And No, I did not pee on myself. I just got incredibly wet."I get pretty wet myself sometimes. Especially when I'm masturbating. But I've never gotten. This got me wondering again if maybe I was missing something, so I decided to try tasting my own jiz.However, after I came, this desire was no longer there, and I just wiped my sticky cum from my hand.I could never admit this sick fantasy to my wife, as I'm sure it would disgust her.Our relationship is really quite good, with lot's of sex, though it never gets too wild. No kinky stuff, she is very opposed to porn of any kind, so I could never show her books or pictures as a hint.Then one night.