"My name is..."Her voice croaked and she grimaced at the raw sound. Christine winced as she felt her cheeks burn crimson. She paused and cleared her t...roat."I am Christine Wolner and I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Madame. Monsieur."She bobbed a slight curtsey before turning to retrieve her bag from the floor. Placing it on her shoulder, she graced the pair before her with an awkward and wooden smile."Now, if you will excuse me. I must be on my way. It was a pleasure meeting the both of. Each of us had our own room with a bathroom and there was the playroom with a specially built bed to hold four adults and a huge shower room with multiple shower heads that was perfect for fucking. The guys spared no expense when building their dream home. They were childhood friends, went to college together, and built their company after college into what it is now. At first, they did not think about sharing a woman but when I came to work for them they all wanted me but I refused to date any. I am very selective and want sex but only sex, so on many nights I just eat and return to my room to beat off.Tonight was one of those nights. And tomorrow was my birthday too..."Crap," I realized, "I am turning 55 with two grown and gone kids, a dead wife and a medical practice." So, I ate a burger at the Wet Dog Saloon along with two flagons of their excellent Poop Deck Porter, chatted up my waitress who let me know she was available by giving me her cell number and a smiley face on my. He didn’t know we were related and we just told him we were friends. We joked and drank all night till 2 am and the bar was going to close soon. So she asked him if he wanted to come back to our place to play with us, but he gave a confused look and said ‘us?’ She told him i was bi and we like to both have fun but he didn’t really seem into it. She leaned over the table and whispered in his ear that is he comes home he can put his cock in any hole he wants, and his cock almost blasted through.