I was done with all laundry except the gym outfit I was wearing. Hoping to throw it in quickly and run back into my bedroom, I stripped off and put it...in the washer. As I was naked in my way out, the door opened and Enrique came in the laundry room.I immediately covered my boobs with my hands and my face went red as I stood there, showing my father in law my shaven mound.Enrique smiled and stared at me from head to toes. His smile was so extremely suggestive and then I knew he was horny; more. A couple minutes later I feel my shorts being pulled off she came over and took my shorts off me .Telling me that's more comfortable. The three of us were having a blast so I looked over to her to see her put her finger up to her mouth as if she was shhhhing someone. To my surprise it was the guy I was blowing last weekend I thought oh shit I hope he doesn't say anything. She pulled her hand out of her shorts to pat the table for him to come sit beside her. I heard her ask if he brought any. Suddenly she wasn't very hungry. If his driving wasn't going to kill her appetite, she had no doubt that the crime scene photos would.She looked up in time to see him passing the first of three cars and looked back at her hands again, her body tensed for the blast of a horn, the scream of brakes, the shriek of metal tearing into metal and glass breaking.He looked over and saw her clenched hands, white knuckled and took pity on her, slowing down once he had passed the last of the cars. He. A man wouldn't boast that he'd seen a prostitute, although he might boast about the sex he'd had as if it were a different transaction altogether. Furthermore, as women were not allowed by law to have any possessions, they could only ever be given things. Never money or anything like that. Not that either Tracey or Buttercup had any use for money. Women weren't permitted into shops and money wasn't used as currency in the community where they lived. Any potential client offering just money had.