" They! You mean you have more than one - er - close friend?" Oh dear. That was a slip of the tongue. Yes, I do have several friends.And I can assure...you that each gets far more pleasure than from husbandor partner." So they don't know? The husbands I mean." You mentioned that your friend was rich. So you're a gigolo?" That's a bit crude, but yes, I am." So if we were to have sex, you would expect to be paid?"Heidi made a little moue, "Oh nothing a crass as that. But some littlepresents,. Get your mind off of things. We have lots of fun people that attend our parties. All different ages and lots of different flavors." I was kind of hoping maybe you could be my first." You want to have sex with me? Uh, Um, I'm your stepfather. I don't think your mom would understand that." You're both swingers, what's the difference?" You're my stepson. I think it would just be kind of strange. Ethically, it's not right." We're not blood related, Michael. I'd really like to have my first. We talked about the hundred and one things we liked and disliked and there was an urgency in our conversation like nothing I had know before. There was something about the magnetism and sheer attractiveness about Terry that really enthralled me. Was I actually feeling her foot rub against my ankle beneath the table we shared or was she doing it unwittingly? I moved my foot back. She wasn’t and just that single touch stared off the male expectancy of thrilling things to come. She just stared at. I drew a middle-age brunette with mocha skin and tattoos across her cleavage and tone arms. The low cut v-neck white shirt accented these features on her perfectly. As she smiled and told me that she would be "taking care of me today", I wanted to take back all my restrictions I provided on the sheet. With the other ther****t talking to my wife just a few feet a way, my ther****t asked if there were "problem areas" that I had. I softly confessed that this was my first professional massage and I.