Maybe she likes girls too.”“Have you talked to her since she brought that food?” I asked.“A few times, but she didn’t say anything about you...being naked, so I didn’t either. In fact her calls have dropped off a lot since then. Maybe she’s afraid I’d be mad knowing she’d seen you naked.”“How about if you ask her to come and clean again. You could casually mention I’d told you about her seeing me. Tell her I’d probably stay naked this time since she didn’t mind it. ‘Confess’ that we’re both home. .. a blowjob and... then maybe just a straight lay to finish off?" This was not the first time I had used a whore. It was the second."Half and half," Andrea said. "You just get to cum once, you know." Yeah," I said. "That's fine." Okay, honey," Andrea said, "let's get you cleaned up. Unfasten your pants, okay?"While I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, she turned to the sink and started hot water running. I stood there feeling foolish while she tested the water's temperature,. Is that okay to tie Martin up with?"Anne called affirmation. She was standing by the exercise cycle, fiddling with it. Confidently, he taped the blond-haired youth's arms behind the back of the seat, wrist to elbow, and then taped his ankles securely to the legs of the rowing-machine chair. "There," he said in satisfaction, "that oughta hold you." You bastard," Martin gritted. "You yellow-bellied, backstabbing bastard!" Flattery will get you nowhere!" Anne sang out cheerily. "Take a look over. Yes, yes, the transformation, that's right, um, Alex, what line of work did you say you were in again?" I offered.At this point we were pulling out of the Holland tunnel and onto Hudson Street in Manhattan's West Village. As we drove up Hudson we passed multi-million dollar brownstones inhabited by the super wealthy - Financial barons, and rock stars, people whose money came from the Mayflower, and original investors with Warren Buffet."You live in Manhattan Jeremy?" Alex said, turning suddenly.