He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thanks for helping me prepare dinner." They had a custom of keeping their dinner time free of shop talk, but now...it was time to discuss today's progress, and Basel was eager to get started. "You sure you don't want some help with the CAT?" Oh, I find the work therapeutic. And I've got the starboard auxiliary engine installed and tested now, 850 kW additional power."Basel nodded. "I've never seen one of these things fly." I wouldn't be surprised if no one. I thought I would place an ad on Craigslist to see if I might meet up with someone that night - or possibly to my favorite web-site a bit later for some good material to get myself off - assuming I would receive no positive responses. For an older man I was still in fairly good shape - late 40's with toned legs but certainly not the toned athlete of years past. I placed my ad for providing a free massage for a woman hoping someone might be interested in receiving some TLC from my learned. Most music, to be honest, but classical is my joy. In a just world, music would have been my life. But now? As a prostitute, if hopefully an ex-prostitute – and possibly pregnant, too – that was probably a dead dream.“Are you hungry?” His voice – a mellow baritone – pierced my reverie.“I’m okay.” That was less than honest. I hadn’t eaten since the day before yesterday.“Well, I’ll be stopping for a snack in a few miles. I’ll certainly treat you to breakfast.”“Okay. Thanks.” Long pause. “You. ” Taking Ursula by the leash he led her to the other fellow’s woman, “okay you take her clothes off but do it slow and with feeling.” The woman removed the bra and squeezed the tits then pinched the nipples. She removed the skirt and panties. As she bent down to pull the panties off John grabbed her hair and pulled her face into Ursula’s pussy. “Now taste how good a woman is” and he made her lick the wet pussy.She was a little reluctant at first but quickly seem to like the feel and the.