" I don't talk about it much, but you and I have known each other for a while now. It's just part of who I am."The soft bell sounded, indicating someo...e was coming in. Both of them looked up at the monitors behind the bar that showed the entryway and each of the alcoves and curtained rooms. "It's the Large party," Stephanie said."How many will there be?" Peter asked."No, Mr. Large and his guest," Stephanie said with a smile. "It looks like he brought two this time, though, so maybe you're right. She is Fucking Hot." Her body was amazing, she was standing in front of me wearing a red tank top with tight black spandex leggings. I couldn't help but notice how tight they were pulled in the crotch. I hated the term cameltoe, but her pussy had engulfed her tight pants. My mouth was watering and more important, and embarrassing, is that my cock was swelling to tremendous proportions. I had the same gaze my wife did just moments earlier. As the female approached she shook our hands. They were both bald and muscular, obviously football players for other teams scouting out the goods. ‘Hey darling, how are you tonight? I’m Billy.’ Said one. ‘And I’m Bobby, we’re twins. We were wondering if you’d like to go out and have a drink with us?’ ‘Well, I usually don’t drink after a game but since there is the two of you and you are brothers, I don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as it’s public.’ They happily accepted without even asking my name. I told them on the ride there. "I arrived just in time. What are ya fixing?" I said, trying to start a conversation. She just looked at me with a typical bitch look on her face, "Just a snack" she replied. Damn teenagers I thought to myself. "There are supposed to be a couple of boxes for me to pick up" I said. "Over by the couch" was all she said. "Fucking bitch" I muttered but not quite silent enough. "What did you call me?" she said quickly. Looking right at her I said in a slow draw "Fucking ... Bitch". She just looked.