’ Before I could say anything more, she cut the connection. With a huge silent sigh of relief, I dropped the phone into my pocket and walked back in...o the house. The soles of my feet were wet and cold but I didn’t care. The meeting with Gaynor was all that concerned me and I wandered off to the kitchen to finally get my mug of coffee. The next two hours dragged. Initially, I scanned the newspaper as I munched a bowl of cereal. But I couldn’t concentrate and I decided to make tea for Veronica. Parade for me as you would for a customer." What, dressed as we are?" asked Martha, "Or stripped as we are in the evenings?" Please yourselves," the man said, "But you won't attract much custom dressed like that!" Who are you, and why are we doing this for you?" ventured Martha."Never mind who I am or why, just do it!"He seemed so much in authority that most of the girls started to strip, but Martha stopped them with a gesture."Why should we give you a free show? Can't you afford to pay. Finally, they broke for air, with my girlfriend letting her head fall back as she gasped for oxygen. And Taylor took the opportunity to kiss her way down Adrienne's graceful neck and tug aside Adrienne's shirt to expose her shoulder.My girlfriend had dressed comfortably, donning a sexy pair of buttercream satin pajamas that left a wide expanse of her cleavage exposed, and even more skin came into view as Taylor slipped the shoulder strap down Adrienne's arm. The dark-haired goddess raised her. She’ll be videotaping our fun today.”Wait, what? His wife not only knows but participates? Mind = blown.In the corner was a tripod and video camera, behind which stood Mrs. Cargill. To be fair, she was as average as a woman can be. Probably late twenties, or early thirties with a figure that was neither curvy nor slim. Just average. She wore jeans and a cotton t-shirt that framed her smallish breasts nicely. The nipples poked out, betraying her growing lust. She looked almost embarrassed.