Leaning back towards her aunt, she asked, “Anything else bartered for, here?” and took off her blouse. By now the delivery boy’s eyes were open ...gain, staring at her and her aunt’s tits. His hips bucking frantically, he spewed down the kneeling whore’s throat. Reaching down, he quickly pulled his pants up, and took off out the back door. The women pulled their tops back on.“Occasionally,” Aunt Margaret said. “Mrs. McMurphy doesn’t work Fridays and Mondays. So, Friday, we order out for pizza,. Thud. Thud. I stood in lonely silence, but the noise inside my head was deafening and relentless. I pulled my sodden top over my head. Sweat cooled on my skin and fell in droplets from my matted hair. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my heart rate galloping. After thirty-odd games I was still no calmer, tension dug into my shoulders and an animal spirit roared in my stomach, desperate to get out. I could have screamed, but I didn't. I was burning from inside. Rattle. Creak.. Only his love for his daughter kept him from just leaving. They tried counseling. They’d tried talking about it. He found out it hadn’t been her first affair. She’d had many starting the first year of their marriage. She needed the excitement, she’d said. Chad eventually gave up and filed for divorce. It’d been a messy divorce. Divorce with children is always messy, he guessed. But now it was over. Eighteen hundred a month was supposed to buy him one weekend a month with his daughter and at. “Making one of your fantasies a reality, baby.” I replied.I pushed you back against the window and kissed you deeply, our tongues entwined. I reached down and started to tug your sundress up over your ass. You knew exactly what I was doing at this point as your head snapped left and right looking through the window to see if the street was still empty. Your heart skipped a beat as I pulled your panties down over your ass and pushed you back, your ass cheeks pressing against the cool glass. “Oh.