”Ash said, “And Chris and I fucked Doug; the first man other than you that we’d ever been with.”I confirmed, “And I was not upset in any way...with you.”Chris said, “But Jeremy and David are different, as you noted when we first dated them. They’re closer to our age, and you thought they’d be more appealing for that reason.”Ash said firmly, “Well, they’re not. You are the guy we love. They are a ... dalliance.”I nodded and explained, “I don’t want anybody to be hurt by what goes on with our. What he might be doing right now and constantly wondering if he is thinking of me at all. If he even cares about me to begin with? Etc, etc, etc. Insert standard sadness shit here, blah... As you know, I struggle with trying to distract myself with other tasks or activities that might help take my mind off how unworthy I feel - and how much wine I've consumed in recent months - but nothing is helping. I can't even find someone who is willing to hold me for longer than a few hours, without it. "The paper will sort you out with a hotel for a couple of nights. Might I suggest that you lay low for a few days, at least until Sunday had passed. Our rivals have great fun with salacious stories on Sunday." And what do you want for Sunday Tom?" An exclusive, with pictures, and a story for tomorrow that came from an interview I did with you in, say, Glasgow? That should keep them out of the way. They will try to find you."I wasn't sure that I had much in the way of choice but I wanted to. The room was deathly silent as she entered and boy did they look amazed and happy when they saw my lady parade in such slut wear for the pleasures. She strutted about a bit, wiggled her hips provocatively and slowly, she licked her lips invitingly and she sat opposite them in her favourite armchair.They were instructed not to touch, not yet.She sat back and pushed her backside to the front, she hooked one leg over one arm, and the other, over the other, she was wide open, disgustingly.