”“Oh! You must be the winner of the date with a member of the Saturdays”“Yeah” you respond.“One moment, I have the information for that in...oneee second.” you waited patiently, hearing the clicking of a mouse and typing on a keyboard in the background. “Okay. What you get is a day with a Saturday of your choosing a week from today. There are no restrictions, we’ll just need your information to verify everything.”You was still in disbelief. At most you expected it to just be a trip around their. It wasn't bad. the room looked clean, decent. the shower wasn't teeming with parasites and weird stains. so it was all good for a bit. the only thing bad about it was the area...[ for instance: if i walked to the store in this area at twilight, men thought i was a prostitute] The fight had been about where i'd been. I told my mother the truth. i'd been looking for jobs...since i lost my other one.. it didnt satisfy her as i didnt come back with a job but instead different interviews for jobs. Amanda explained that Josh was an artist as well as a part-time model and had rented one of the upstairs studios. They were even planning to do a special exhibit of some of his work. He created ultra-modern sculptures of a highly erotic nature.One afternoon, Larry stopped into the gallery and found Josh and Faith in the small side room looking at some pieces that were on display. One looked like a sculpture of a vagina, with a penis coming out of its opening, head first, the butterfly-like. Well that was nice, two orgasms so early in the day. I knew that my husband had shot his bolt so to speak and I couldn't rely on him again until perhaps late tonight. Oh well this girl has other ways of getting herself off, but for now a short snooze before it's time to get up.It was the sound of his shower that woke me next and instantly I felt my pussy start to itch. I had to wait until my husband had left for work with a kiss on my forehead before I could turn to my fall back plan. Out of my.