I breathe a sigh of relief as we hug and go our separate ways."I'll expect all the details on Friday night," she says over her shoulder.******By the t...me Jeremy bursts into my apartment with a twelve pack of condoms, I've been preening for hours. I'm bathed, shaved my legs, trimmed my pussy, powdered and perfumed, wearing a thin satin robe and anxiously anticipating today's lesson."Good boy!" I commend him as he shows me his purchase. "We'll need at least a couple of these today," I smile,. The married woman brought my cock towards her black bush. Her labia peeked pink through the dark strands. Her juices coated them. I leaned over her, my round tits swaying. I whimpered as the tip of my clit-dick nudged into her bush. Her silky strands covered them.I groaned at the wicked caress. She slid me through her bush to her hot folds. I groaned, leaning down over her, staring into her dark eyes. Such a look of awe appeared across her motherly features as she brought me to the entrance of. She felt for the handle and rolled down the window. "Yes, absolutely," she replied firmly as she reached up to fiddle with her hat, "Same old same. Taxi in. Meet up and come into work with the girls as usual. Coffee and toast to go. The most important thing for me now is the fact that I'm settled, Mike. I need the routine and for things to be familiar. Anything different upsets that routine. I hope you understand."Yeah. I do. Routine is as routine does. "Sure, okay. Makes sense," I stepped back. I?ve got thirty years in business operations, but this is my first time in this town. I?m open for the occasional playtime, but with staff, mostly.Next would be Chief Bartender Jim Schultz, 28, powerfully built, dark hair and eyes, with a mysterious air about him. He is interested in the ladies, and they in him.Head Bouncer is Lance Fitz, who is well over 21. He is a man mountain, perhaps 6'8" or so, about 400 pounds. He is a former Olympic wrestler, and could be defined as ?death on two.