"Your bus leaves in an hour." Hour?" I brushed my tousled hair, totally bemused as she closed thedoor and I shuffled to the window, struggling to reme...ber a wholenight of passion in Chuck's room before darkness overtook me.Oh Geese!Why can't I remember being in his room and--??My silent male ego kicked my senses.Jesus, what am I saying? Why would I want to remember such anscathing effacement of my person and soul?I shook my head and sat down and got my self-respect and sensestogether then. 'Let me taste your cum on my lips' he continued.This was a first. I had sucked a cock and even fucked and been fucked but I had never kissed a guy.He pulled me towards him as my wife watched on and he buried his tongue deep in my throat. Probing my tonsils and licking every inch of my mouth.My wife had bent over again now, I noticed and she was about to take the full length of the studs cock up her virgin arse. The amount of times I had pleaded with her to let me fuck her arse and now she was. With a new wave of optimism, she applied for jobs, a hundred applications got her just five interviews, sadly none got her jobs. Kay however came up with a job for her, receptionist at one of her contacts brothel, Kay laughingly saying “her long miserable face would be easy to keep straight, even if she was upset, or in a compromising situation!” She started on trial on the Saturday night, to her surprise there were more men passing through than she had imagined, she had some help for the first. We gave our order to the Latina waitress. Lita smiled, said something in Spanish to her that got a smile in return.She saw me smile as the waitress left. "It is good to be pleasant to people," she said."Yes it is, Lita." I watched you. You try to be nice. It is good."She devoured her breakfast. "Breakfast. Yesterday I had no breakfast. Today, I have too much breakfast." I don't indulge like this very often." Indulge. Eat too much?" she asked."Indulge. Give somebody more than they need, maybe. I.