The trannies tottering over the cobbles in their towering heels; a young rent boy walking hand in hand with a leather-clad sexagenarian; the groups of...camp, flamboyant young men jostling and flirting as they head out for the evening; the lap dancers on their way to work. I spot Natalia sashaying towards me. The last time I saw her was a few months ago, and she was Rodrigo that night. This evening she is obviously on the prowl – all red pvc, fishnets and eyelashes. The platinum blond wig against. I guarantee we were both tempted, but she was outside of the scope of making our wives happy, so we had to decline.===I had a broad smile on my face when I saw a car pull into the drive the next Thursday night. The smile faded quickly when Theresa and Kathy gave each other angry looks as they got out of the car. They didn't look at each other as they stormed into the house. I knew better than to expect a hello from either of them."Tell her to leave," Theresa spat out. "It's not her turn and you. Are you a whore like your mother? Are you happy? You made me cheat on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A whore gets punished."Fuck. I didn't care. I didn't need cheap cigarettes or booze. I just wanted this man's dick. If I was a whore, then hallelujah this was heaven.And he was spanking me hard. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each lick. I cried out. A few tears welled up in my eyes but I couldn't tell if it was from intense pain or pleasure. The two hand. "Three? Mick's only asked two women to marry him, Sabra and me. We both turned him down. You, on the other hand, asked him and he said yes. I'd say you're in for the long haul." Huh? How so?" Cos now the fucker will be too scared to cheat," he said, laughing. "You've established control." I didn't see it that way," Donna protested. "It seemed a natural thing to do at the time." Hey, did you do it the traditional way? Mick likes tradition. Y'know, on bended knees?" Um," she reddened, "sorta.".