Well, hey - you know, if you don't want to--"But Heather cut me off with a finger on my lips. Motioning with her head to the girls outside the tent, s...e reached under the mattress and pulled out a note pad and paper.I do not want to have sex, she wrote."That's okay--" I started, before being cut off again.To get into the club, I had to vow to get pregnant, she wrote, but I don't want to. We have to fake it."Ohhhh..." I said, softly, comprehension dawning on me."I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels," Heather. “No, no,” Jen replied, “You are my cuckold husband. Your cock is going nowhere near my pussy; your job is to clean me after my lover has cum inside me.”“Will you sleep topless then?” I asked.“No Trevor.”“I need to cum though Jen,” I murmured.“Come here and I’ll work you off and you can cum over my tummy.”I got to my knees in the bed and Jen pulled the covers down to her sexy black thong and she started pulling on my tiny erection. It took me less than three minutes before I was shooting my load. That was when he began slipping his tongue into my mouth to massage mine. Then, as quickly as it arrived, he pulled away. I must have looked hurt, because he assured me that we would get plenty of opportunities to do that again. We stepped out of the car and entered the building. Like a gentleman, Landon paid my fee to get in.As we entered, the first thing that hit me was the scent. Sweat and cheap perfume overwhelmed my nostrils, making me wrinkle my nose. Someone must have spiked the drinks,. I took them very carefully my hands were trembling when I did that, put my nose on to one of the bra cups, it was a white one with nets on its side, the inner part of the bra cup smelled exactly like mom and it was in few minutes I had rubbed it over my whole body, then I took them , spread them across the bathroom floor with the bra cups facing me and laid down flat on the floor with my chest over the pointed bra, it felt like heaven.I then thought it would be good if, I had her panties as.