That is a nice name for a hooker. I am a very wealthy lady, but I am tired of men having sex with me for my money. Instead, I have decided to have sex... with men and charge them money! Oh, the irony of life.I haven’t talked about it, but I have been married. I’m not sure the son of a bitch is worth talking about, but I have to for this adventure. You see, I had an encounter with his best friend. Let me tell you, it was a fucking good time. But, I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I don’t want to. “OMG Babe, You are just totally insane” he was getting to excited and scared. “Chill hun, No one can see us. The table cloth reached the end of the floor..” And i began to give him a slow blow job and cream spread all over his rock hard cock. I licked up all the cream from his cock and i could also taste a little pre cum then I put his cock back into his jeans and got back to my seat.. I got up and picked up the strawberry and ate it “Heyy, I thought we were sharing” He was smiling and pulled. Squeezing through the softness and biting hard, almost brining out blood. He rolled her nipple with his tongue. He pinched her nipple between his index and thumb. Lightly and then oh so strong. She moaned in pleasure. He caught both her nipples like this and rotated them in every direction possible.He cupped her huge breasts. And squeezed. Harder. Harder. This went on for sometime and her breathing turned erratic. Then he slowly made his way to her belly, fingered her belly button. And then her. They stay overnight and come home on Sunday afternoon. They've been going to them for a couple of years now. They don't want to drive when they've been drinking and so they stay at this place where it's at."Jeez, was this girl naïve or what? This sure sounded like her parents were part of a swap meet gang. The way I figured it, the swaps took place at the end of every month. This was March, and next week would be April. I was thinking her parents might not be involved in the same group. Of.