After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. "Can I help you find anything?" His wife was an attractive...woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?"Sir?" I hadn't noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine."No thank you. I was just browsing." I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace. I couldn't believe that I was being turned on by this.I remained silent for a few minutes, I noticed that Paul said nothing."Let's do it," I said.Paul grin from ear to ear as he stood and pulled my chair out. I have to admit that I was feeling a bit excited as well."Just how are we going to find someone?" I asked as we got into the car."I guess the same way you find anyone else, go to a club and look around," he answered.Fortunately there are several clubs in the city and after finding no one. Really I didn't much care if it hurt her or not, just trying to keep the customer happy. Besides that I was keeping score of how many cunts I had fucked. It amazed me that I got to do this and women were paying me to do it. I had over a hundred dollars already. I knew I had to come up with a reason for having all that money. Dad was always suspicious. I was thinking all this as I was fucking Gloria. After going on for a while she said, "Peter! Whatever you are thinking about, I think. ‘Apparently I have a pretty good student, too,’ I laughed, dotting the tip of her nose with my brush as I spoke. ‘This lesson seems to be getting a bit messy,’ she said, her breath sounding a bit ragged as she unbuttoned my shirt to paint zigzag lines across my chest. I unfastened the first few buttons of her blouse and painted the silky smooth valley between her breasts. ‘You may be right,’ I replied, my voice husky with arousal. It was becoming obvious that neither of us was referring to.