.. you know.”“Well, I haven’t figured out the cost yet, but think of it as a three tiered approach, Bronze, Silver, and Gold, oral, vaginal, and... anal.”After that, questions were direct and without modesty. When they were done there should be no question as to what they would get, how she should be treated, and what the cost would be. The only question that amused her was when Jim asked when should they start. For a group of men who had just been direct, there was silence. No one wanted to be. " I replied as we continued dancing slowly, very slowly, to the music.Dancing with our bodies pressed so tight against each other, and feeling Cassie's breath on my neck, caused my cock to twitch. I was sure Cassie felt it, although she gave no indication that she did. I wanted to pull back from her some, but that would only draw attention to the fact that my sister was giving me a hard on. I swear that Cassie pressed herself tighter against my groin as we continued dancing, causing my cock to. “Is something wrong?” “Polly, I want to tell you a story, a love story that I think you’ll enjoy hearing. I met my husband when we were children. We grew up together just a few doors down from each other, went to school together, and fell in love. Back then, when you said, ‘I do,’ you meant it. Divorce wasn’t a word you heard ever, unless the wife had to run from a physically abusive man. I was lucky, as he was gentle and loving. We had four beautiful children and until about fifteen years ago,. My moans became louder. ‘Mmmmm…” His hands traveled up my shirt stopping at my bra. First the back; where an incessant amount of pulling and stretching occurred and then the front; where he effortlessly unsnapped my bra in seconds, like a champ. Ren’s hands worked expertly on my breasts, caressing and kneading them gently, tugging my nipples until they were taut little pebbles. I had a wet and slippery little pool gathering between my legs. “Let me have my way with you, Sarah.” He whispered..