Yours is the first. I’m being a bit bad in hoping you might be willing to be my first lover.”“Hmmm,” she said softly. “Great at washing my b...dy, very skilled with your fingers and you have discretion to boot. You continue to amaze me Mr. Smith. If I help you rise to the occasion do you think you could give me a nice long screwing? Candy, yeah that is her given name and she hates it, told me I had to come join you. She is sure you can help me with a problem I have. We need to take a walk after. I pull your gown back up to your waist; I want to see your shaved pussy in its full glory for myself. I bury my face deep inside, taking in your sweet scent at first and then the ever so sweet taste of your juices. I hear car doors around us opening and then closing. One is the car door of our limo as the driver gets out of his seat to stand by us. I look around and there are several men standing and watching intently as I again bury my face deep between your thighs. The softness of your thighs. I have to admit that I too began to fantasize about that, or things similar. I know most men would love to be able to do that to a woman. The no strings attached quickie. Eventually, we figured out that my husband wanted to see other men live out the fantasies he never could. He wanted to live vicariously through them. It felt unreal, like a dream come true for me also. I was going to get to have sex with other men and it was going to be ok with my husband! I love it that I have a husband that. I hired professionals, self-insured ones. Presented the owner with several notarized appraisals so he'd understand that if they broke it I'd break him." I can't even begin to guess. Thirty thousand?" When my great-aunt gave it to me she included an appraisal for about that, but it was dated twenty years ago and signed by the hick dealer in her small town. Who's to say? My understanding is there's not another one like it on the continent. I've been tracked down by strangers. I have several.