I couldn’t believe was trying to dissuade her and mentally kicked myself for it.“It may be more than that, won’t it?” she asked, looking to me...for confirmation.“Yes, yes it will,” I admitted, lying through my teeth.I wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth again. Thankfully, Mrs. Yamato was lifting her arms up, readying herself for my inspection. Man, this trip of theirs and my new job was a windfall for me. I tried to contain my excitement as I placed my hands on Mrs. Yamato’s. ” Marsha was skeptical and asked, “you mean to have sex, to be a whore?”Richard chuckled and said, “If that‘s what you want, you’re in charge.” Cherry said, “We provide only gentlemen, well educated and clean. If you want, you can have sex with them. Once you are introduced to them, you will be happy. You will be their escort for an hour or two.” Marsha looked down at her wine and swirled the glass. She thought, ‘what if my daughters found out, what would they say? Could I do this, the. As I started sipping, he started talking.“I’ve got myself in a real fix, I want you to know. I was so sure I wanted a hot sexy woman for fun and games. It’s not quite like I thought.”I’d seen his live-in woman. She was a curvy blonde who sparkled with energy and it seemed like she was always busy with something or other. I’d also noticed that they seemed to have a lot of company and most of them were men. I just nodded and kept listening.“The stupid idea got stuck in my head a few years ago. She alsotold me I would serve them in a wife-wife household as a sissymaid.I was laughing inside, she really was toying with me. Still I went alongwith her train of thoughts and so in our daily mail exchange we spokeonly of her wife Andrea and me as a maid and not about my wife Andreaand me her husband anymore. I simply didn't realize how much I told herabout our life. It all came to a climax when Mistress Tracey coaxed meto come visit her with her wife Andrea on the pretext of visiting acouple.