' What do you think? I mean, go back to that night we met at the symphony. I still remember you introducing yourself to me as 'Larry Costain, certifie... nerd.' I thought it was so damn cute. What would you have said, what would you have done, if I'd introduced myself as 'Susan Malone, certified prostitute?' Would you still have taken me out for a drink afterwards?"I laughed. "No, because I'd have been sure I couldn't afford one as beautiful and terrific as you," I said. "But if you'd said you. Fake ones have an automated reply.And so our chatting started. She introduced herself as Vanisha, a housewife with a 3-year-old kid, living with her in-laws in Indore. Her husband had a touring job. About her sex life, it was awesome but before delivery. After that, her husband lost interest in her. He even told her that she has lost her charm.We chatted casually for about 3 hours after which her husband came and she had to go offline. Next day, while chatting she asked if she could see me.. But, she was asleep, sound asleep!I was so disappointed, putting the glass of wine down on a table.There was no possibility of waking her and no way of getting herup to bed. The stairs were steep, and my skinny, 5'5" body was notremotely ableto carry her beautiful voluptuous body up those stepswithout perhaps both of us ending up in the hospital. I wanted to savour her pussy but I knew I should justlift up her legs to the sofa and let her sleep for a whileand then go masturbate. Even one. Later that evening when Jim awoke, he found a suit and tie on the chair next to the bed. There was a note from Jenny telling him to put the suit on for dinner. It also said that Katie would have a drink ready for him downstairs. Jim had no idea what Jenny was planning but he wasn't about to complain. He had missed their sexual activity and couldn't wait to see what Jenny had conjured up.Jim dressed and went downstairs and sat in the living room, waiting for Jenny to get ready. He could hear.