On that fateful night, Mark came over to fuck me soon after Jason had gone down the club, and that left us with more free time after we got cleaned up... We got a neighbor to watch the babies for us and went down there together. That probably looks suspicious, but we went anyway and walked around the large club, going to the various workout areas.We couldn’t find either Jason or Melanie, and we finally described them to one of the trainers, telling him that we are their spouses, and asked if he. I said okay and asked her to go ahead. She said that she cannot tell it on the phone and asked me to come over. As i stay alone in the apartment i just got up decided against pulling on a jean and walked down to her apartment.I went inside and she told me to talk in a low tone to prevent the baby from getting up from sleep. She was wearing a sleeveless nighty with buttons in the front from the top to the ankle. I was half asleep when i entered the house but when i saw her i became fully alert. I scooted up to a chair to lean against, then opened my legs wide giving him a good look at me. His hand was going back and forth along his cock. I was getting more familiar with men's dicks as my clientele grew and I was becoming more relaxed around men in a sexual situation. "Would you play with yourself? Play with your pussy, you know, finger yourself? I'll give you an extra fifty." An extra fifty? Now, it's a hundred and fifty dollars for me to masturbate and make myself feel good? What a. It all started one day when she threw out my rug. It was only an old rug that I'd had for years, I'd picked it up somewhere on my travels; I'll admit that it didn't look too good in my study, too damned small for the room. Anyway Cecilia had thrown it out without discussing doing so with me, and apparently she got a fit of the guilt's when I came home. Although she could have set the whole thing up on purpose, that's something I'll never know now for sure.Anyway I've always had this habit of.