I will marry you if the offer is still open.”It was a small private wedding. The honeymoon at a nice resort was true to form. Maynard asked for, and...got to watch, Mary bang the brains, and lots of cum, out of a pair of teenage brothers who had ogled her at the pool.A few weeks later Rodney called Mary and asked if she was accepting new clients. His older son was getting divorced and moving to his own apartment. Was she interested? She’d go meet him.The talking part interview went well. Derek. I heard the click of high heels coming down the hall from the bedroom and suppressed my urge to jump up and look around. Marilyn had obviously been planning something. She said, “Welcome home, Lieutenant Buckman,” and then came around the corner into my view. She was carrying a glass of champagne in one hand and a bottle in the other. What really caught my eye, though, was what else she had on. Her outfit wasn’t a nightie, but something even more eye-catching. She had on my mess dress. When you’re done? Get up and walk away. Your time with Michelle ends the moment you step out the door. Got it?”When I didn’t reply, he answered his own question. “Yeah, you got it.”As he stood up, he smacked me in the back of the head, hard. He was about five feet from the table before I finally spoke up.“Hey, Frank, you hunt?”Stopping, he turned to look at me. “What?”“You hunt? I do. Since I was a kid. Usually deer, but sometimes feral hogs. Those things can be vicious, I’ll tell ya. Never. The room was electric. Just a small hotel family room, with a short sofa, two chairs and a working desk, longside single and double beds.I welcomed Amise first, we stood between the beds, still locked in that first kiss, my cock aroused by the feel of pressure from hers, hips touching as the embrace continued, our legs all the way down, together as if glued.First I flicked my tongue into her waiting mouth, she responded and pretty soon our mouths were wide open, my probe searhing the inside of.