Iblushed again, this time at my naivety. I heard a voice which soundedlike mine saying, "How much?"Could I be considering this? Being pimped out by Ni...n? Is this what I'vebecome? It struck me like a punch that this was reality for the peoplethat I lived with and loved. For Pao and Nin, and the girls I knew andspoke to every day at the bar, this was their day to day work. It hadalso been so for Alex for a long time. I had been on the other side ofthis too, with Ding and Bell in Nana Plaza, and. By tomorrow probably," the still shuddering wife replied, sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. "He always does. He'll be too hungover to carry on by then." But what about tonight? You just can't go back there and take a chance on him beating you?" Carol said. "He's probably furious by now!"Again Peggy sighed, laying her bead back onto the edge of the couch, a little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. "That... is putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of. I looked at my husband. I knew we were crossing the linenow. I felt so naughty, but I liked the feeling. Lookinginto my husband’s eyes I said, “No, I don’t want you tostop feeling my ass.” Just saying that made me wet. Dave went on, “What kind of girl likes to have her assplayed with in front of her husband?” Only one word came to mind, but I didn’t answer. Davewhispered in my ear, “It’s OK. Let her out. It’s whatJon wants. It’s what I want. You know it’s what you wanttoo.”He was right. I. This time the gay man let his supposedly straight friend come down from his orgasm.Dylan pulled up his pants and went out to his living room and sat on the couch, catching his breath. Anton was in his mind. He knew Dylan was a bit upset that he had been so powerfully aroused by the action of a gay man upon his person."It's okay, Dylan," Anton said. "It doesn't mean anything. It didn't mean anything those two times and it won't the next five times I make you come."Anton sat down on the couch.