’ Again, I had no response. If you tell me that you would have had a clever follow-up to that, than you are one lying sumbitch. ‘You’re going to... have to elaborate… Claire.’ ‘I’m a… there’s not a very good word for it. Once, you would have called me a trained courtesan. Typically, clients would be charged by the day or month for my services. Your brother purchased them indefinitely.’ ‘A courtesan? Like one of those fruity fucks who used to wear the shoes with the roses on them and pantyhose?’. Soon she was clamping her legs to the side of my head and moaning louder. This was my cue to stop, I was not ready to let her cum just yet.I retried the bag from the adult store and removed the toy that we had purchased together, It was a 12” long strap on dildo, the kind that has a six inch dildo beside the strap, I lubed it up generously and slid the six inch side into her pussy as I arranged and tightened the belt harness around her waist. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was as. I went inside the kitchen and stood holding the sinkfor a while. Sipped iced cold water to calm myself andadjusted my surprised and definitely hard cock.When I handed him the beer, my hands brushed againsthis finger tips and some sticky liquid was smeared onmy hands. I sat down and instinctively brought myfingers to closer for a sniff. Yes, it was precum. Howbizarre! Here I was sniffing the pre-cum of my bestfriend as my wife sat rubbing shoulders with him infront of his with only a sheer. “Muleya, your father, must be turning in his grave. You are a disgrace, Kwame,” he says, throwing fine soil in the direction of the totem and later, Muleya’s grave.“My, elders, please. Deal with Kwame. Not his wife. She’s just a victim of love. Deal with my son,” Emeliya says amidst sobs, disregarding the ban for women to utter anything at the meeting.“Enough of your insolence, woman!” shouts another man. “True to our forefathers’ saying, if a mother be stubborn, what of her offspring?”Kwame, a.