..you know, fantasy stuff. I didn't care, they were paying for it, I didn't think it was ethical to cheat them or shortchange them. Of course, if they...gave their wives the attention that they put into fantasy, they wouldn't need to be sneaking around, paying me. But that wasn't my problem.I just wanted to do them, get paid, and get their asses on their way home..." These guys, now this is about twenty years ago, Syl, 1945, half the women in the world were either whoring or giving it away or. They must be quite good friends, to trust each other that much? They both knew how to pose anyway, and they both looked stunning.“Where’s yours?” Christina sent.“Not that stupid :)” I replied.“What’s it worth????????” came back.I weighed the question, while I lay on my bed with my cock in my hand, flitting between the two selfies. The sex surged into my head and an image floated into my mind. It was stupid, but... “Two of you together, as in TOGETHER,” I sent. Did they live near each. , since I started working for Fred, I mean Mr. Wallace, I always seem to end up having to stay late on Fridays and I miss getting to the bank before it closes. I mean, it was Mr. Wallace that suggested I borrow money from the petty cash drawer in the first place. I always put the money back first thing the following Monday.Mr. C: So Fred, she seems to think you're responsible. Is that the case?Mr. W: No. I never suggested such a thing.He liedMr. C: So your claim is you simply borrow money but. ‘The martini shaker is on the table. Pour them will you darling?’ she asked her voice low and throaty. He went over and poured the fresh drinks, taking a seat to watch his wife’s lewd entertainment. From experience she knew that she had his full attention now and suddenly she leaped on top of their heavy glass coffee table where she threw herself with abandon into a wild lewdly exciting dance, her hips moving in circles and the muscles of her belly rippling and undulating in time to the.