’ ‘True about the girls I was seeing before,’ he sighed and hugged me. ‘I think money was their priority, but I like to tell myself it was the...size and maybe my looks that mattered the most.’ I felt really sorry. I didn’t know what to answer. ‘Who said money didn’t count? I’ll charge you for destroying my two shirts and a thong,’ I tried to turn everything into a joke. ‘Anyway, I was only to ask you how you would feel about anal sex, and then all this conversation happened, maybe it’s good that. You will dress in the clothing which you will receive shortly, make sure you Wear everything; you will then be at the Hotel Castor by 8pm Enter the bar and sit in the 3rd booth at the far end of the room. You will be contacted with further Instructions. DO NOT DEVIATE FROM THESE INSTRUCTIONS. Dropping the note Sally stood up and walked to the bed, looking at the box on the bed. Marsha pushed Curly away with kind words: promises of better things to come if he just let her finish. Locking her knees together and ignoring the dog's whining pleas, she finished the chores at hand as best she could.She had a headache when she put the last of the paid bills into the stack for the post office and the adding machine in its drawer. A drink would cure that. Marsha mused about what her next move as she poured the alcohol into a glass. She definitely wanted to feel Curly's tongue. We were happy in our joy. We kissed, we fondled, and we tickled and teased while our orgasmic afterglow slowly faded. Before we dressed, Rachel and I cleaned some of the dirt and cummy mess from our bodies in my tack room sink. I gave her some tissues to put inside her panties to catch any dripping cum she might have left in her pussy. I walked her out and watched her mount her bicycle. “Jack, can I see those dollar bills I gave you back a little while ago?” Rachel said before riding.