Even Count Vee Score is curious where you come from. He tells me you two are married.”“We are married,” Julie commented, throwing her silver arm...around me. “My husband has a magic touch when it comes to women.”Zetia snorted in her mug and cackled with laughter. “He is married well and often.”“You sound like the King,” Captain Minetos answered dryly. “You’re not a king are you?”“Sorry, he is only a prince,” Julie quipped, treading on swampy ground about our real background. “He’s married to a. Fuck.Ever I practically rushed home. I knew my next class wasn't until 4:00, and it was only 2:30 pm. I went into my bedroom and locked the door and thought, shit. Stephanie would kill me if she knew what just happened. I moved my hand down. God, I'm so wet. I couldn't comprehend whether I liked Dr. Benson or not. I could comprehend that my sex life hasn't been very existent for awhile now. Bottom line, I needed release. I began to remove my soaking, black lace, panties. Good thing I didn't. Normally Mike and I spend our nights together doing lots of home improvement on the place we'd just bought. But this was Wednesday, the day of Mike's "night out with the boys" card game. Nothing so exciting as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get worked up over a game of Bridge!Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Mike at his office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked thought. A little cock in your holes now and then is a small price to pay for that,” I assured Trish now.“Hey, I’m a sex worker, even if not full-time. I’m also a pot dealer. It’s what I do. I break the laws of men and their false god all the time. And I do it for rewards, favors, drugs, sweet, wet pussy, all kinds of benefits. This is nothing new to me. If I have to kiss several frogs to part the thighs of a luscious young princess and dine at the Y, so be it. Most guys can’t even tell that I’m gay.