Wednesday morning when I cleaned and filleted the ten catfish, I had caught in one night. I felt really good about the deal. The rest of Wednesday did...’t go that well. The six catfish I caught overnight was okay but not what I hoped for. I had decided to feed Hondo his dinner, then go camp out at the boat launch site. Then I could check and re-bait hooks ever couple of ours. Instead of two resets a night I could squeeze in three.Friday morning I was exhausted. Since I would have Friday and. ”“Well, I’ve already rung Don and Jane and I asked them to come over so Don can take some photos of me, tasteful ones and just a few sexy ones, I’ll work on a web page, put an advert online, and Bob’s your uncle.”“How much are you going to charge?”“£250 an hour.”“Wow, that’s a lot of money.”“Not really,” Wendy smiled, “Do you remember Nicole?”“Oh yes,” I grinned, “I remember Nicole.”Nicole had been one of our swinging friends who’d joined us in our bed at a hotel one night.“I thought you. . unlike you.”She rationalised that having a period of grace meant that she had plenty of time in hand to be able to pick and choose what she might wear for the occasion. I took this as a hint that she wanted the ‘date’ to be something special rather than just going out to have dinner and I must admit to feeling a stirring inside when I thought of what she was implying. My imagination went into overdrive when she then invited me to help her with her choice and said that maybe it would be even. “Time for your fucking, gurl. You’re going to love it – slut bois like you always do.” She pulled out about halfway and slid back in. I felt as though every nerve end on my body was electrified. My ragged breathing betrayed my enjoyment to her, and she picked up the pace of her thrusts, going deeper and harder with each stroke. I was in heaven and she banged me like a five pound prostitute. Or like a sissy slut – my squealing and wriggling showed how much I was loving the feeling of having my.