"Did he really hate me that much?" Of course not, dear. Of course we didn't believe it when you wereaccused of embezzlement, but then when you were l...nked to the murder ofyour business partner, we were both devastated. It wasn't until theyreported that you fled the country in women's clothing that he gave upon you, but he never really hated you. He was hurt, embarrassed, andvery disappointed." Can I ask a question that's been bothering me a lot?" Of course." Could what I did have contributed. “She is yours, and her daughter, a gift for the week.” Charles said.“You know me too well my friend.” “Yes I do, you want to fuck her tonight?” Charles said. I was accustomed to being pimped, but it was unusual for me to be present when the deal was being done. “That is most kind of you Charles, most kind. Perhaps I could offer you something in return.”“Well, I need to, how shall I put it, I have some money……”“Ah you need it washing?”“Its been through several……washes, it just needs a final. He tried to keep his movements slow, not wanting to cum too soon.She turned to face the window again, sitting back onto the chair she had dragged into the middle of the room. She sat, naked, exposed to Stuart and anyone else whose windows looked onto her bedroom.She sucked a finger into her mouth again, then dragged it out slowly. Stuart followed her finger through the binocular lenses as she trailed the fingernail down her chest and stomach, the tip pointed to the trimmed triangle of red. The emails went on and the erotic talk increased, her totally unaware that each guy was part of the same group. She did not think they all knew each other and until I told her of my plan to go to the casino for the weekend, she had no idea the fantasy was about to come true. Once I mentioned to my wife Lynn about the weekend trip to the casino, she grew anxious and horny. I said, "hey, maybe we'll even get lucky like in Paris". I knew she was excited, her face glowed and her smile grew as I.