Otherwise, he figured she'd be a good addition to the string of whores he ran in New Orleans, great looking broads in nice, comfortable apartments who...serviced all comers for at least a grand a night.Gene had a talent for recruiting beautiful women. He was cultured, charming, handsome, and once he got his cock buried inside them, gently at first, always, they couldn't get enough of it. Renee Borget had the look, a frustrated housewife with a fool as a husband, just ready to descend into the. ”She leaned her arms against her legs and brought her forehead to her hands, resting it against her thumbs.“Hell, I stole her from a man. I figured she’d find a jerk, get some dick, and come back to me. Instead, she found you.”“Got some dick and went back to you.”“Not completely, part of her is with you.”“Part is with you.”“Can you live with that?”“Yes.”“You seem sure.”“I am.”We sat there for a long time after that. The tape stopped in the middle of some static and began to rewind.I got up and. Brushing her teeth. She then stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands down her body cupped her breasts for a moment then turned around and checked out her ass. She grabbed each cheek then turned to face the mirror again. She started to massage her breasts then took one hand and slid it between her legs. She played with her pussy as she looked in the mirror watching her hand move from tit to tit. She moved in closer and looked down so she could see her hand between. I led him out to the lobby of the nightclub and we held each other very close, until our foreheads and nose-tips touched, and we kissed. I’d never forget how that kiss made me feel. I’d strained to achieve it with a million men and women since, but nothing had ever compared. The heat round my collar, at my fingertips and between my legs gently throbbing, pulsing like my passion was alive. But it wasn’t until the upper sixth that we finally authenticated our feelings for each other. I was.