I need to see your technique.”“My ... what?” And what the hell is quid pro quo?“C’mon, girl, you’re not stupid, get with the program, show... me your technique.” Tony pushed his chair back from the table, his legs spread wide open.I sat there, incredulous. He wants me to ... to ... blow him? That’s disgusting.“That is, if you still want to work here. And don’t even think about going anywhere else. We owners have a list, you know, we keep a list of the girls who cause problems and don’t behave.”Now. You’ll need jabs and a thorough briefing and assessment of the suspicions so far generated, to say nothing of getting an itinerary settled.Get the jabs before you go back north. Paula will have some reading matter for you to take back. How about arriving on Wednesday? Tom seems to be well in control and you’re aware I’ve sent one of your girlfriends to help him out. You approve of my choice?”“Tracy is perfect. I reckon she can cope with running sales herself up there. I took her to see Tom and. The stairway was dark but I know it well and felt no need to light the gas mantles. I made my way to the kitchen. The crunch of broken glass beneath my feet and the draft of cold air from an open window told me that there was, indeed, an unwelcome visitor.I made my way back to the hall. A flicker of light from a shrouded lantern briefly lit up the edge of the door to my consulting rooms. I worked my way silently along the corridor towards it. Noises from inside suggested that whoever was there. “Oh yeah! Fuck your stripper slut!”Hubby looked down at my writhing body, contorting with sexual pleasure as he pushed his erect cock toward my head. A slut doesn’t need telling twice and my excited lips, shrouded the head of his cock as my tongue rolled around the rim and head, exciting every single fibre in his body.Hubby began to push the dildo in and out of my tight holes, building up the speed and rhythm, making me squirm and moan with sexual delight. My orgasm was ready to explode as I.