They changed places and Monica picked up a brush.“It’s not right out in the open,” she said. “I know personally of at least five sets of women... - my mother would call them spinsters - who live together. Everybody thinks they’re that way, that they sleep in the same bed and all that, but there’s no proof. There’s tons of gossip, but no proof.”“What do they do for jobs?” asked Julie.“Well, let’s see. Two work at the Library. One runs the diner and another is a waitress there. One works for the. Let me tell you that it's not theeasiest thing in the world to find guys who are willing tolet a good-looking woman's sissy husband suck their dicks,when what they really want, is ME!"I really WAS kind of peeved, now, but not to the extentthat Sissy Hubby thought I was."Please don't be mad at me," he begged. "I'm so miserablewhen I know you're upset with me!" All right, then." I smiled. "What would you do to get back on my good side? You know I can make things very excitingfor you, if I want. I stuffed the cash into my backpack, reserving 3 twenties. And headed up to talk to the driver. The negotiations were simple, I told him what I needed him to do, and he gave me a price. I had guess right, gave him the $60. And suggested he take his mandated break near a park in Springtown, one that happened to be a short walk form my house. As we pulled away from the station he announced that due to new government regulations all passengers must remain in their seats with their eyes forward. To her dismay she found by the first weekend that her body was looking forward to the fucks when she knew one was soon coming. Her cunt was now always fully wet when she heard Randy coming. And at lunchtime, she knew she was soaking a quarter hour before it was time for him to arrive for his noontime fuck. That did worry her!To her surprise he wouldn't do her in the lodge. He explained that was Betty's home and he wanted to be respectful of her.By the third day she found she believed Randy's.