I had to have something to do with my days, and cleaning the mansion wasn't that bad of a task. I still had enough energy to greet him at the door ev...ry evening with a pitcher of martinis and a bottle of lube. And if he didn't have enough energy, all he had to do was sit on the couch while I "comforted" him.I didn't want to come to this party, but I kept my mouth shut until now. I wanted to be supportive of him, but I'd had enough. The 5-minute "Christian" prayer at the beginning got under. " Joan was not that insightful. She'd heard Brad complaining to another about his frigid girlfriend. Joan shifted her position on the sofa beside her, sliding nearer, so that their thighs touched. The gentle stroking continued, briefly, then stopped as Joan slid her hand upover Laura's shoulder, trailed it gently, almost lovingly across her face, then down over her throat, slipping it down into the front of her dress. "Have you ever wondered, darling, what it would be like to have a woman that. Now, do you still have any doubts?" No, but I just can't believe she'd willingly do that."This news was the shocker of shockers. I could accept my mother's deviations, but imagining her willingly sucking piss was so far out, it boggled my mind. I mean, she was such a lady, so classy and together, always proper, never used foul language, blushed at the slightest provocation. Just hearing a dirty word come from her mouth had shocked me when I first heard it. Now, I learn she loves to drink a. And fragile.Again, recollections and memories faded and shifted with reality following close behind. Both girls clearly remembered dropping out of school and running away from broken homes. Each had found their way to prostitution pretty easily and first met at a gang bang at a frat house years ago. Together, the two girls had handled more than fourteen guys, taking load after load for hours. It had been a bonding experience for both of them as well as the first either girl had been stuffed air.