"Yeah, but what does that have to do with..." They can't yell at us for doing it. Don't you see? THEY'RE doing it too! So they can't complain about US...doing it!" she finished excitedly.Molly's face was ashen. "You mean TELL them?!" she asked in a horrified voice."YES!" squealed Megan. "Don't you see? They can't say anything because we CAUGHT them!" Blackmail them?!" asked Chance, his face looking sour."Well... no... that's not what I meant." said Megan, realizing how it must have sounded. "I. You begin to aggressively pull squeeze and pinch my tits while I arch my back pressing them further into your hands. I’m still rocking against you and finally one of your hands dips down to my dress and pull the hem up over my knees and drops it around my waist – with my knees in the air my entire dress is bunched around my waist and you dip a finger into my wetness – now exposed to the evening air. You smear your finger all around my crotch – sliding it around my clit and my inner. "You were so charming that they changed their minds about having an escort that would not bed them. I don't think they ever expected you to be able to resist them if when they decided to allow you the opportunity to screw their brains out. I guess my curiosity has gotten the best of me, Jim. Why are you so insistent to not sleep with any clients? You could make a lot more in tips." Helen, when I took this job, I told you that it was temporary, would have to fit my schedule, and that I would not. "That is only true while you are having the sex. Once you get away from it for a while you realize that there are other things in life." I explained."True that's when marriages break up. It's when they become about shit that just don't matter," he said."I don't know. There are other things that do matter, at least to me," I said."Women, I think are more into the home and security things," he replied."Hold on your wife ran around on you, but you think she was more into the home and security.