Max please." he said as he reached out and touched her cheek. Moving his hand up he ran it through her hair. "Please." he said again as he leaned down...and kissed her.When his lips touched hers all of Maxine's anger dissolved. Her heart slapped her head aside as she slid into his arms. She wound her arms around his neck pulling his body against her own and tried not to smile as she felt him getting hard. Sliding deeper into the kiss, she felt his hands move up her back and as his fingers came. "Just thought I'd do the right thing and give you something pleasant to gaze longingly at during the long and tedious drive."She smiled and studied me slowly from my eyes, down past chest, my stomach and my legs, and then slowly trailed her eyes back up again. My heart rate began to quicken. "And why would I want to gaze at your body?"I shrugged, and smiled knowingly. I was beginning to like the fact I was dressed so revealingly. At the risk of sounding cocky, I'm no slouch physically, and my. I went with Brita in her limousine to one of the many seafood places on the waterfront. We snuck in the back, and were just some other patrons in the place deserving no particular attention instead of two billionaires enjoying the local cuisine.We revealed a lot about ourselves over dinner – the business stuff was set aside. I told Brita about the four girls and my love for them, the rings, and our open relationships. She told me about two men who made love to her in hot MMF threesomes, and how. To her, there is a differencebetween a slut and a whore. A slut just liked to have sex with manydifferent people, while a whore like to be paid for having sex with manydifferent people. It made her feel amazing to get paid to give someonepleasure.Sally told her friend, "Honey, it was all a misunderstanding. See, Ruby isnot a slut and would never call herself one. She is a whore, while she isnot. Her fantasy is to be a whore. It is just a fantasy also. I will lether explain later tonight when.