I could see one man drink-in my scents as I brushed past him, they appeared dirty and unkempt, oily matted hair, something a refreshing shower would c...re, but dirtiness somehow appealed to a female in heat, and as if on cue, I had stopped at a row of DVD's aptly titled 'Gang-banging Sluts', and nervously picked up the title, as one of the men sidled alongside, 'He will put it on for you', referring to the DVD and a private show, four became five as they moved closer, the ache between my legs,. So we locked up his boat and headed back to my parents. They were obviously not happy but reluctantly agreed with my heading off with Wade. We jumped into his yellow jeep and headed off to his place. In the early eighties a lot of close inner city home in Perth where going really cheap major fixer uppers and Wade himself had bought one. He proudly showed me around the place showing the new Patio he had recently finished and built in BBQ there was a trellis with a g**** vine hanging over the. What in theworld did these men tell their wives, he wondered. And how in heaven's namedid they believe the stories they were being fed?52 year old Bill Stone parked his car carefully in the private parking stallJenn kept reserved in his condo for his clients. Bill's heart had begun torace the moment he entered the familiar, dark cavern of the garage and hehad to sit in his car to quiet his nerves before venturing for the thirdtime in less than a week into this private world of pleasure that was. She gripped tight his penis with her lips and tongue then sucked him dry. He lifted her onto the edge of the bed where she sat trembling. A little bit, just a small happening, was all she felt but it was an orgasm. She felt guilty and dirty. She knew his name but he was a stranger and she had committed this dreadful act betraying her husband. She wanted to cry and shout and hit him but just sat there. Calming herself she grasped at straws telling her self, ‘At least he didn’t take her down.