‘What are you offering?’ said Garbie.‘Come back to our hotel and there’s two hundred quid for each of you,’ said the man.‘Three hundred an... fifty each and it’s a deal,’ she said, like a true professional.So in we got, and sped off to their, hotel suite. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more industrialists, two of middle-eastern appearance,‘We picked up these two bitches,’ said one of our two pimps, roughly pushing us towards the taller of the two middle-eastern men.. The party broke up at about one thirty, and soon, only Karen and Mark and me were left.Karen said she had to tell me something that wouldn't be easy for her to do. I played innocent as she began. She told me firstly that she loved me every bit as much as she ever did, but that she and Mark had made a big drunken mistake that night. I finally stopped them, and told them I witnessed everything, and that if anything, I was really turned on by it, and not in the least bit angry. Karen looked. The area code on the phone number was in her town. Kelly hid the magazine and off to bed she went. The next morning shortly after her husband left for work she returned to her magazine. She was feeling conflicted, she was so aroused by the images in the magazine but certainly didn’t want her husband to know she was turned on by such deviant, kinky desires. She flipped back to the page with the local number. Seeing how the ad stated discretion was assured her thought was there could be no harm. It was not as bad as she had thought it would be; it was alittle empowering, having a man beg you to suck his cock, and it was notthat hard a skill to master. Even the taste of semen was not toorevolting.It couldn't have been that bad; the evidence was in her panties! Shehad orgasmed at some stage whilst performing fellatio yesterday so shemust have enjoyed it to some extent.It was all too much, too fast! She loved dressing up as Michele and shehad to admit that she found it exciting to some.