She looked puzzled yet very intrigued. Janie is a family friend that is single in her late 30's. Very good looking with fantastic 34D tits. Not fat at...all but just enough meat to make her 5'5" frame delicious to look at. Long, dishwater blonde hair and tattooed very tastefully. I had known her for 20 years and never hooked up with her nor ever tried. She was "one of the guys". She became fast friends with my wife, Kerry, after bumping into her at a pub a few years prior. "This could get me. Jon finally made his way right next to me. It seemed almost purposely so he could carry on a conversation with the only other man in the room not obsessed with fucking my wife. As he stood next to me staring at the activity in front of us both he finally addresses me and says, “So you must be so happy to be Trish’s man, she is amazing”. To which there was a long pause. Was that a compliment, or a very perverse statement. I didn’t even know what to say back to him as we both stood in our tracks. .. Sex toy!" Ishouted. John shook his head."Dave, Dave, you signed up for this job. It's obvious you don't havemuch ability to support yourself. Like this, you'll be sold only to therichest men in the world, who will take care of you- you're veryexpensive," John said. I didn't want to hear some rationale of how thiswas good for me- I wanted to be turned back!"I don't care! I'd rather be a poor man, than a girl...thing!" I said.John pressed a button and a large mirror opened up on the ceiling.. I had no objections and we started to chat about everything and nothing, the current seemed to be good between us and I found it quite nice.Time passed and we were almost the only guests when he asked me if I did not want to come home to finish the evening because he lived right next door.I accepted and we ended up at his place, in a pretty little apartment.He told me to sit on the couch (white leather), served me a drink and apologized because he wanted to make himself comfortable.Shortly.