I arrived at the room right at five and knocked. Jamel opened the door. "Good to see you this afternoon Melissa. Did you sleep good last night?" Now J...mel, you know where I slept last night." I said then smiled at Terry sitting in the corner."Yes, but the question is, does your husband know where you slept last night?" I was stunned, I couldn't think of a thing to say, I just stared at the floor. "Melissa, you have a choice, you either let Terry and me use you for the rest of this week or I. Damn, this woman has thought of it all! Replacing the petals; I felt kind of guilty of picking them up in the first place, they just seemed to be more part of the carpet and a disgrace to remove the small petals from it.I started to approach the door, realizing this was the bathroom I would be entering. Placing myself against the door, I could detect a kind of moaning taking place within the confines of the bathroom. Whatever it was, it certainly was pleasure and not pain.Taking another whiff. ’ ‘Do you not think he would suit us most admirably?’ ‘Humph.’ I had expected some of that self-important but quite pointless cross-questioning that most prospective employers like to indulge in. It does nothing to help select the right person for employment, but it does help the employer’s self-esteem. The Buggs ‘Humph’ appeared to settle the matter. I was amazed at the ease with which I had gained the post. My amazement was somewhat diminished, or perhaps I should say, it took a different. Reluctantly, (how could it be him?) Jim agreed to be tested. This time, the results found him to be lacking sufficient sperm count to impregnate me. Of course, now I might add that his tiny three inch dick didn’t help, either. Then, however, with neither of us having any prior experience with sex, his size (or lack of) didn’t seem an issue. After all, how would I have known?Pursuing our options, we looked into sperm donor clinics and artificial insemination. However, a more experienced friend.