"I was just telling Lou that with Willa not here, we've got you outnumbered, honey," Jay said. "Two on one." He placed his hand on his wife's leg and ...troked it."Yes, I really need Willa here," Vickie said. "It would even up the odds. It would be two on two." Or four on four," Jay smiled.Lou watched Jay stroke his wife's leg, and his prick stirred and began to grow. Vickie was so damned tough. He had fantasized about fucking her."Let's watch a movie," Jay said. "A Swedish film."He put a tape in. ..”“Fake?” I offered. Like the neighbor’s tits, Orange County was intriguing, desirable, infinitely attractive, and artificial as all hell. “You’re right. Nothing here feels real. Pittsburgh was dirty, mean, and gross at times, but it was home. I feel like people were real there, instead of here, where everyone feels like copies of TV stars.”Babs laughed. “They’re the actual TV stars, Ben. Other cities have the copies.”“Well, whatever. I felt like this was going to happen.” I sat down on the. My hands seduced her as she half-heartedly struggled against the side of the car. I stopped, lifted my head outside of her dress and stood up looking into her conflicted eyes. “We will not be going inside until you’ve cum at least 5 times, do you understand?” My tone had changed to one of a serious nature - I was not asking for permission. “Y..yes sir.” She looked down nervous and submissive. I moved my hand up and placed my thumb against her chin and lifted her lips to meet mine.“Don’t worry,. Perez run his weekly tests to make sure that I was clean, since I did worry about my level of clients and their health. Having an STD as a hooker was terrible for business, let alone my own health and I had taken huge risks in my life due to my habit of letting my clients cum in and on me for their pleasure and mine. I loved the feeling and taste and found it difficult to change my ways, even when I was working in the slums.I stood sideways staring at the mirror, wondering if that was a baby.