I didn't feel sorry for him. I assumed, like most people, he had earned his fate. He was too old to be a modern war vet, and too young to be a Vietnam...vet. I bet he had been as fat as a child, imagining that food was his only comfort against a severely deformed cheek and jaw line. I knew a dollar wouldn't save him. There are many options for the homeless in Seattle. Food and shelter are available. I paid him to ease my fear that I would one day end up like him."Thanks." He said, one day. It was. She stroked my partly hard cock while I rimmed her asshole sensuously. I started teasing her clit while my tongue continued massaging her relaxing asshole.I held her hip with my left hand and drooled onto her asshole. Then I pushed my middle finger into her ass and my ring finger in her pussy. I pumped her holes slowly gently, drooling continuously on her asshole. I also moved my fingers circularly within her. Then I gently introduced my forefinger into her ass and my little finger into her. And then still spend all night in the casino.” Kevin noticed Spencer’s confusion. “When her mother stepped out to the bathroom, didn’t you hear any of it?”Spencer shook his head.Kevin shoved Spencer’s arm playfully. “Get with the program, man. You have to listen to these women and not just ignore them.” Standing up, he tugged on Spencer’s arm. “Come on, let’s get you to the room. And I’ll take a quick shower to get ready for my night.” Smiling, he walked out of the dining room, leaving Spencer. My humiliation would continue at night, when I would come home and haveto perform the duties I had learned in front of my lovely wife. I hadlong stopped calling her by her first name, Andrea. Instead, now sheforced me to call her Ms. Beringer, her maiden name. In time, as webecame more Parisian, she made me call her Madame Beringer.Nighttime would come and there was no relief for me. My wife would retireto her bedroom, locking the door behind her. We had long stopped havingintercourse..