Been married for about 15 years, had 4 k**s and enjoyed sex. I was not faithful, but I had no other girlfriends. I used hookers for sex, so I would no... get involved.One night I went out looking for a prostitute to fuck and met this hot looking girl with very short shorts and a halter. She also had a nice six-pack. She was very athletic looking. She was a short black girl in her early twenties. I was 35 at the time. I wanted to take her to a motel and fuck her and leave. She wanted to go to her. I faked a laugh and said “No that wouldn’t happen!! “Little did she know that Tina had just watched her do her thing. By 2 pm that afternoon I was finished for the day and just closing up a few last emails when I heard the door bell ring. I got a few calls during the day and the neighbours would stop and ask to borrow son thing most days. So I headed for the front door. As I opened it I was surprised to see it was Tina in her jogging wear, her tight black tights and her pink tank top jogging. You'll have to excuse me, too -- when we spoke on the phone you did not sound like an asshole. If you'll excuse me I'll be going before we waste any more of each other's time." She turned toward the door."Wait -- don't go. I didn't mean it that way, Steffi. You're race doesn't make any difference to me. You're a beautiful woman -- you're just not what I visualized. I'm delighted to meet you. Please stay." My rates are five hundred per hour ... in advance."I reached into my pocked and withdrew a. Should I message her? I wonder to myself.I haven’t talked to Chelsea since my birthday. She said that she was busy with work for a few days and I don’t want to bother her. But what does 'a few days' mean?'Fuck it,' I say to myself. I pick up the phoneHey, what are you up to now? How’s work been? I click send.I have no idea what to expect or when she’ll reply. It’s 12:30pm on a Thursday afternoon so she’s undoubtedly working. I’m over-thinking this. I should pre-occupy myself with.