"Take my picture." She never wanted her picture to be taken when she dressed up for me before. "Walk down the hall towards me." She did that and I too... a photo. I took another of her sitting on the floor and one of her standing. I jokingly asked her, "Can I take one of you lying on the floor masturbating?" She said, "No. I still have to take the film in for developing." This was long before the time of the digital camera. "But I will pose for you."That stunned me. My sweet wife had always. Then we realised what we were doing, turned it off and went to bed.The following day we went out for a meal with one of moms friends, we had some lovely food and a few drinks. Rather than going home we ended up staying for a couple more drinks. We were all having a good time and joking about all sorts when the film from the previous night was mentioned with specific reference to the sex scene, mom’s friend looked at me and said your mom always was a prude. We laughed about it and then left to. As we were heading to where I parked they told me they would ask for me again because I was so good and they really enjoyed me.I asked them how they arrange for this monthly party. They told me that they all put in $100 and tell their wives that's what they will use to bet at the poker game and of course they always lose it all That money makes up the $500 costs to hire me. And each time three guys pay for motel room, one guy brings sandwiches, chips and such, and one guy brings the beer. . The image was burnt to my memory. Great! In the darkness of my hand covered eyes my brain started it’s own movie, with Mora the lead. “Back to earth Tee, I’m dressed.” She brought me out of my fantasy and I blushed over the sordid thoughts I had. “Come on, time to meet our client,” Mora announced before wiggling her plump ass in the black skin hugging bandage dress. “Goddamn tease,” I muttered just out of earshot. * Mouth wide. Eyelids back. I adopted this position as soon as I felt myself.