That’s it. You can definitely find someone else to help you. I’ve had it. I hate to tell you, Barbara, but I almost feel sorry for Blaine. When he...marries you, he’ll be getting the short end of the stick here. You are a total, class-A bitch, who wouldn’t know the meaning of being nice if it walked up and bit you on the ass. And you know what? I don’t blame your ex for leaving you. He shouldn’t have fucked around on you while you were still married, but I can’t say that I blame him for going out. I let go of your mouth, and your body trembles as I start to kiss and bite your neck hard, my hands move down to grab your breasts, mauling them through your shirt. You are whimpering now, and I rip your top into pieces to give me easier access to your heavy breasts. Your nipples are hard, I wonder if it’s the cold in here, or are you just starting to enjoy this? I begin to play with your nipples roughly, tweaking and pinching, your breathing is heavy and low, my teeth still sinking into your. Standing at the side of the bed looking down at me. She was smiling! She took the pillow away and tossed it somewhere behind her then bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I had never been kissed before and the world was spinning. I could tell she was doing something while her lips were pressing against mine and when she straightened her skirt was gone and her blouse undone as she shrugged out of it. She stood there in her bra and panties with the suspenders poking out of the legs and her tan. My tip made less of an impression as time went by, but by then I was a welcome regular. Besides, I always paid extra for anything special I might desire on a given visit. Those desires burned brightly on this particular day and mama-san's smile was all the more welcoming as I paid for the hour. I never asked her name, but I assumed she was the owner. She was older than the working girls and beyond the age that most men would be willing to pay for sex. I sensed she had been quite beautiful in.