My customers would still only come to me. I would be found out and my carnal sin of massage therapy would be revealed. I would be disgraced, striped o... my licence, and left to prostitute myself. "I can't do any better than sixty-forty. Thirteen thousand?" "Twenty." "Fifteen." Twenty." "Help me out here, Amy!" "Seventeen and a cut of the profits. That's as low as I'll go." I could feel my face flush, the muscles between my legs throbbing to open to someone. But not now. Not him. I have another. Perhaps that guy thought Lindsey would marry him for his money. It's pretty obvious that the man she does love isn't going to marry her in a hurry."I had a problem getting my head around that last comment of Beverley's, so I didn't reply whilst I tried to work out what she meant by it. Beverley must have seen the confusion on my face."Come off it, Mack. That woman's stuck on you and you're stuck on her. Mind, why she's still interested after the way you've behaved, I'm buggered if I know." You. There were always students doing well and students doing poorly, he tried to help both groups to the best of his abilities. One of his students in particular had been performing badly and he was meeting with her after school to try and get to the bottom of her problem.The girl’s name was Rebecca Marsh, everyone called her Becca. Rebecca Marsh was an 18 year old beauty with long dark hair, a figure that would put any woman to shame. She was wearing a v-neck cut tight shirt that showed more. Perhaps she'd have some toys like a strap on dildo, a HUGE rubber cock that she could plow my wife's juicy cunt with. I decided then and there that I wasn't going to let this possible opportunity go by with out at least trying to get something going. What could it hurt to try huh? So....I waited till the next morning and called Veronica and asked her if her friend was around by chance. Sure enough she was there. I asked if this would be a good time to come over as I had something I wanted to.