Each had onehand on her full, rounded ass. Trisha's other hand was on Faye's. Imarveled at the way mother's and daughter's fluid tushes undulated inpe...fect harmony. I sat there, alone, for long moments, lost in asexual rush. The thought of the two of them, together in a m?nage,was an incredible turn-on - especially in light of what it would meanto me later on.My musings were interrupted by lips pressing against mine. I sensedhis bulk, his manliness, his indisputably male essence and needed. I stood there with my erection almost bursting my trousers but knew that if I did anything about the bouncer would chuck me out. I was thinking what a slut my wife is, it's one thing having 1 to 1 sex with men for pleasure but to let herself be used like this as prostitute was something else! I found it all very erotic and was proud of her.As it was finishing, I thought I better get back to the car and then some of the guys came outside for a smoke and were obviously very pleased with the. They had to agree that he wouldn’t go on a machine for more than a few days. Each time they take him off, he fights his way back only to arrest again a few days later. He dies a little each time they bring him back. He is the oldest with a lot of little brothers and a sister that his parents aren’t watching grow up because they spend most of their time beside his bed when they aren’t working.”When she finished, I started to think about what I would do if Emily died while I was still here, not. “You got two short radio interviews in the morning and a TV gig right afterward. Tomorrow night you’ll do a phone interview with a blogger from Nashville and the entertainment editor from the paper will come to the suite Wednesday morning at 11.”“Perfect!” Liz said. “Are the radio shows via phone or at the studios?”“One of each,” I said. “The first is in-studio during morning drive. We’ll need to be there by 7:30.”“OK,” Liz said, nodding. “That works out. And the interviews are unscripted?”I.