I’m thinking fifty a week, but there’s a catch. I hope both of you can cook, because part of the deal is one homecooked meal from each of you per ...eek, and I furnish the food. And you can each have a space in the garage, just don’t bother the other bay. Deal?”They stared, they stuttered. “Fifty isn’t fair, Dean! We don’t want to take...”“All right. You drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five then. And we’ll sign a one year lease, just so you can be comfortable with the deal.” Suddenly I had two hands. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that I was being pounded by my beautiful friend. Whatever the cause, I had not been this aroused in quite some time and a powerful orgasm soon grew within me. I wanted to warn her of my impending climax, but my pussy came to life before I could. It convulsed madly around my friends cock as I buried my face in the couch cushions to keep from disturbing the neighbors. The last thing I wanted was for someone to disturb us during one of the most intense orgasms of. Tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. I had never seen him cry before, he was always so self controlled, and that was part of his attraction. He was so grief stricken that people at other tables turned to look at him. I handed him a serviette that accompanied our drinks t wipe the tears.As he sobbed he uttered half intelligible words like, sorry, ashamed, foolish all were repeated over and over.I watched him like i might a sad TV programme. I felt for him in his anguish. My eyes. My life had become full of mysteries, and even a mystery unto itself, but I knew what Valentine wanted and looking into his handsome face, into his eyes once again dark with humor, I knew I wanted it as well.He gave Julia a small look of triumph, perhaps, or maybe just satisfaction."Come with me," Valentine moved around the sofa, reaching out to take my hand. "There's a place where we can be alone," his voice sounded soft, hypnotic as it caressed me way down deep in my soul. "I'll teach you.