If they want more time, they have to pay more."I looked at the catalogue. Each page in the folder had nine portraits and under each portrait was a ten...digit identification number. Below the identification number was the room or cell number, where they could be found. There were no names, just numbers."Why don't you have the price printed on the catalogue?" I asked."Because the price is always changing," said Mark. "Different prostitutes set different prices. The hot bitches will want to charge. She placed her glass of wine on the counter and looked up to me again. “And yet,” she smiled. ”you have done nothing for me.” “No way…” was all I was able to say as I starred at her in dis-fucking-belief! “In no way indeed,” she said and laid her arms around my neck. I could not believe what was happening. I stood stiff as a stick and watch as she whispered into my ears that she was very grateful for helping her kids. But that now, it was her turn. She kissed my lips and it was then I came. But yes. You may touch my pussy if you want. In fact I want you to do it."Having said this she let herself fall backwards on the bed. I lifted her legs up on the bed, and then I started to pull off her panties. She smelled wonderful and strong down there, and this time she helped me a bit more, lifting her arse off the bed to make it easier."Come on, John. Hurry up and take off your clothes before I regret this." I don't know that I have ever undressed that fast. I laid down beside mom, and. . The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasies"He almost instantly agreed. We both looked at each other and simultaneously said "could we!" So one week later we had developed our idea and produced the literature for FANTASY to REALITY. We bought two digital camcorders and placed our first advert in a swinger's magazine. Well we were expecting a long slow wait till our company name had become better known. Triple X enterprises was appropriate.