This was news to me, but I didn't comment. They'd built the house there, and I was glad to hear that they were putting it to good use.It was still ear...y when the two couples left. Suzanne reminded me that I was expected to have dinner at their house on Tuesday night. Did she fail to mention Cynthia's name on purpose, or did she suspect that I would come alone?Tom and Edith made no attempt to hide the fact that they'd come in the same car. I wondered if John and Suzanne were thinking the same. I knew how much worse it had been in my prior life by this point of time.“And perhaps commerce with the world would change that,” I said.“A leopard can’t change its spots,” she concluded and sat back with her arms crossed. I sighed.“What do you think, Hunter?”He shrugged. “Detente with Iran would be a good thing, if they actually tone down the rhetoric and police their own nut-jobs. Unfortunately, they have a real western hater as their supreme leader. They have little reason to love the U.S.. Now, while she had been a pro a few times in her life, I had been in the audience for way longer and had some suggestions for what to wear that evening. Dress like a girl who’s going out on the town for the evening, NOT like a slut that is gonna work the street corner after the bar closes. She took my advice and dressed like we were going out to a regular bar, jeans (that fit her well), button shirt, cowboy boots and of course, thong and matching bra.When we got to the bar, people noticed her. My phone pinged again."Frank sent me," was all he said as if I knew what that meant. He removed his clothing and stepped up to me. "Get up, cocksucker. I've heard you're good. Now prove it."My mind raced as I acquiesced and slowly straightened up to see some guy tugging his dick inches from my face. He said that Frank sent him and called me a good cocksucker. Was Frank whoring me out? What the fuck! Before I had a chance to protest, he grabbed my head by the hair and shoved himself into my.