I breathed deeply to make it slow down.The blonde gigolo went to open the door. I could not see the entrance itself, but I heard a woman's voice — M...riam's, but higher, excited. And yes, she was naked when she walked into the room. Naked except for whorish black stockings, red garters and plastic platform heels — just as agreed upon. There was no hair on her mound, I saw. Her exposed, heavy tits bounced from the strutting — so did her reddish curls."Hi guys," she said, one finger between her. Down to her legs, I do first the left, then the right. Loitering long enough at her feet to give proper attention to both feet, firmly massaging the pads of her feet. “This feels so nice,” she murmurs, letting me know she is still with me, enjoying my ministrations to her body. Moving up, having done most of her back legs, my hands softly slip under the bands to the side of her thong, tugging softly to slip it over her butt. She lifts her hips to assist me and the garment effortlessly slips. He spit on my ass and rubbed it into my anus."No Bobby," I whined. "Please not there, I'm still sore from this morning." Okay," he said. "I don't want to force you to do anything against your will. Where's my coat..." You can do it," I said in a very small voice."What did you say?" he asked loudly."I said you can fuck my ass," I replied."Nope he said, I think I'll be leaving now, it doesn't sound like you really want me to do it." Bobby, I'm begging you," I said. "Please fuck my ass. You can. He checked the dirty clothes hamper, but found it empty; no pantyhose, the bra and panty set was missing. The one she had been saving for a 'special occasion, ' the set he had never seen her wearing. So much for his wife planning on seducing him with the new lingerie he had gifted to her.When he had himself back together he searched the top of her dresser. He found the necklace and one of the earrings he had given her at dinner for their anniversary. The second earring was missing.Pete spent.