All i could think about will walking back to our house was her teaseing me with that little smile and her hips going back and forth but for now i had ...o say goodbye to my family so as soon as i said that they were off to there family vacation house once they left i was sitting on the couch wacking my dick off to stories about me fucking her and ripping her pussy up but at the same time i was felling sick to my stomach or felt like i had the butterflys cause i didnt know what she wanted to. I looked down and saw a damp stain on Jeremy’s orange athletic shorts, right over his obvious hard-cock bulge. He looked at me, with a shit-eating grin on his face, and straightened out his shorts, obscuring the large lump. Juliana stood there for a few seconds before walking past me, and I sensed the smell of her very wet pussy, an aroma that is very familiar to me. I was also strangely aroused at the reality that she had been kissing my old friend and humping his huge cock in the groove of. The religious ethical side of her balked at the notion of even considering a Discreet Assignment. This was basically a more refined high-end version of prostitution, selling one' self and body for sex.However there was a darker more adventurous side of her that found this arrangement strangely exciting, sensual and even erotic. Here she was, about to be whisked off in a Limo to meet an unknown man who found her attractive. And no one knew how the evening would unfold or what course events would. No, not the car, per se, but the fact that she tried to control my spending, even to the point of preventing me from enjoying one of the things I enjoy most in life. I mean, if she was sacrificing things too, I'd understand. But she must spend $200 a week on beauty visits, she had to drive a Stepford Mobile RX350. She had to go off on vacations as she saw fit. Sometimes I was invited, but she always managed to either not invite me or schedule them at times I couldn't get off.And kids? No kids..