"I'm Wendy", she said. "I hear you were asking about an escort, if you are interested I'm available". The man got such a shock it was seconds before h... spluttered. "Come ... come in". Only then did he recover enough to introduce her to his two friends who were watching television and inform them of her suggestion. It didn't take long before both men were sitting bolt upright and the television was silent. "You know what is involved", one of them asked. Wendy smiled and then replied. "You fuck. I had graduated school and was flopping around with three part time jobs. I still hadn’t cracked the redhead up the road. This was in the old days when women wore some type of medieval torture contraption made of rubber. I managed to get my hand down in the prime moist area but the girdle won, my hand got trapped and went asleep. My hand became a limp sleeping loser. I didn’t wash it for a week. One full moon night I decided to sneak into her room. She had the window oiled and unlocked. I. Iss ka ek fayada hua jab uska maan karta wo mujhse aapni gand marane lagi.Aise karte karte 6 months aur ho gaya. Mere drink karne ki wajha se mere gharwale pareshan rehne lage toh ek din mein ne unko sub bata diya. Mere ghar walo ne usko ghar walo se baat ki aur usko samjhane ko. Uhone bhi kaha thoda time do sub theek ho jayega but kuch hua nahi. Aise hi 3 years ho gaye & finally divorce case file ho gaya. 1 year ka case chala uske baad badi muskil se divorce bhi mil gaya lekin tab mujh mai. Even though it was not lady-like for church I wore a pant suit with two of the light vests and my hardware. Other than a down sized escort to get there I was sending most of the security team home; after all, it was Christmas. I would be my own bodyguard. There be the two who were at the house and the EIT duty man still was watching all the outside cameras of the house.The question was how the boys would behave. They were as good as gold as they normally were. It was a traditional Christmas.