If only she had washed her hair last evening, she thought as it just hung down, matted and dirty."Aye, that I did," he said, slowly pushing one plate ...cross the table toward her."Well, that be nice o ye." And a flagon of wine for ye too, unless ye are opposed to such a thing." Nay, I'm not opposed to a little wine now and again," she laughed, grabbing another mug from the bar.As she started to eat, she realized that she hadn't eaten all day. She was famished. Glancing over her shoulder to see. My c***dren were now aware of my private sex life, but it was too late to turn back time and what had occurred. I was enjoying my foray back into my former profession and I was hoping that this weekend would open the door for me to discuss increasing my workload with Mikey. He wouldn’t be happy about my time away, but I knew he would enjoy knowing that I was loving the sex and many of the exciting situations that I was experiencing once again as I returned to the life of being a hooker. I was. I countered with a gasp of my own. I could feel the pressure of her weight and my own on my now very hard cock.Reaching for oil once more, she poured portions into her palms and onto each of her breasts. Leaning over me she ever so slightly began to brush her nipples and breasts against my shoulders. “Uh, uh, uh,” picking up the pace of her hips and with long strides she moved into a bucking action against my lower back and ass. The waistband of my briefs were wet with oil and love. She had experimented with threesomes on occasion. But three men? This was something else. She remembered what He had told her, many weeks ago: Fear is just excitement in another jacket.Breathe. Slow down. This is okay. You trust him.“How long do I have before it kicks in?” she asked. “Sir.”“You’ll start to feel it soon, and it’ll get real in maybe thirty minutes. Just relax, be here. We’re all here for love. For you.”She took a seat on the couch. She knew her place. She sat between the two.