Please remove your clothing," said Yolanda.Shanika suddenly felt a knot in her stomach. "Excuse me? You want me to take off my clothes?" That's right,...missy." Yolanda was getting impatient. "I told you your primary function at the club would be sexual. You'll be naked most of the time, so if that's going to be a problem for you, you might as well leave now. Mr. Richards will want to 'see the goods'."Shanika thought for a moment and started slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She'd actually put some. "Jake stared at the eruption at the center of the pool. This was the only way. He sighed. "I understand. Thank you for your help. Talamia, a word," he said, gesturing her close. As she drew near, Jake whispered softly in her ear, "Watch over me. This is your sacred duty as my trusted concubine. Trust no one, not even Brent. If something goes sour, get us away from here post haste. Got it?" Talamia nodded solemnly."Yes, My Lord. Come back to me safe." She whispered back, then gently kissed his. That lasted a quick minute.’ ‘Right, the polygamy man. What a creep. All the better for me, though.’ He kissed her perfectly manicured fingers as the drinks came. With her hand still in his, he sipped his whiskey. ‘If I had been old enough to land you, you’d be my wife right now. No other woman does it for me, Bev.’ ‘What about your daughter’s mother? What happened with that?’ ‘Just about everything was my fault in the destruction of our relationship.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because she wasn’t you, plain and. My cock is perking up again if your pussy is up to it,” Tom explained.“Why not, you have already brought me off tonight, so let's make a night of it. Give me an hour to shower, sort myself out, and get to bed."As he put the phone down Tom smiled. His night-time wank was going to be much better. Tonight. It had been ages since he'd had phone sex. The last time was with his late wife Sandra lying beside him. They had both masturbated themselves while listening to another couple – they had never.