“Hey Angel. What’s going on?” he asked curiously.“Here,” Angel held the beer out to him “have a drink.”He took the drink with a sincere ...��thanks.”Angel smiled gently at the man. He was truly a good man. He knew the girls weren’t simply dancers, and he knew none of them liked what they did. But he never once judged them. Angel remembered when she first met him, how she hated him. She felt anyone willingly working a job at the club was endorsing in the lifestyle that the girls so desperately. Lissa and Melody were going to spend the day together painting and making love while I was slinging plaster for my prof’s stupid mural. How could they? The image of the two of them in my mind, though, was so erotic that anger was short-circuited and my cock was rigid. Before I was aware of it, I felt two hands on my cock and two sets of lips on my neck. Then they joined me in a tender three-way kiss.“That will give you something to think about while you’re getting all hot and sweaty with Dr.. From there his hands went up my legs and up my skirt. Up and down and up and down 4 or 5 times. He then grabbed my hands put them behind my back and cuffed me. I knew something was strange when he put me in the front seat. He told me several times how he really didn’t want to take me in to the station, but if I promised to behave and do what I was told he would let off this time. I know what he wanted and I was not in the position to say no. Once I agreed he opened his zipper and pulled out. "Marcie, who the hell was that guy and what was he doing in our house?" His name is Tony. He is a friend of mine and I invited him to the house." You were screwing him. You were screwing him in our bed. Our kids were just down the hall sleeping." Yes, I know. If you hadn't made such a commotion, they never would have woken up. I had to get my sister to watch them so I could bring you down here." What the hell was he doing there?" How many times are you going to ask the same question? We were.