Is that what hiring a prostitute is called? I went into my bathroom and looked at my shower stall. It was fairly generic with a faucet for filling up ...the tub. A stopper. Rubber ducky. Showerhead. I wondered if I unscrewed the showerhead and ejaculated into it…? That made sense to me. Yeah, that was it. I wasn’t feeling particularly aroused at the moment. Well, maybe I could call and book Angela and then worry about that later. So I held the phone in my hand and looked at the number Steve gave. “Come on! We’re going to the bathroom so that we can get rid of this!” she says, indicating the condom concealed in her hand. “Why do you need me to help you do that?” Tracey asks in bewilderment. “I can stay here and hang out with the guys!” She casts her eyes longingly first at Dan, who is demolishing his third taco, and then at Eric, who is gorging himself on pizza. “No, you’re coming with me! I don’t trust you around all this food! Finish your wine!” Christine orders her. Both MILFs drain. You can sleep in the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.’ She opened her phone and typed: ‘you’re the best.’ ‘Thanks if you want to say something to me just shine the light from your phone on me.’ I typed and showed her. She whispered ‘ok’ as she kissed me on the cheek and climbed into my bed. She wrapped herself up in blankets and lay there. I grabbed a blanket and lay down on the floor not that I was going to be able to sleep a wink with her this close to me. I lay there for about an eternity. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he had tilted her upside down and shaken all the hidden bits back into view. ALL of them. Goddamn him anyway.He made her do crazy stuff that she didn’t dare tell him. Like looking at herself in the mirror and touching herself, then bursting into joyous laughter. Or rolling herself into a ball on her bed, rocking back and forth with a grin she couldn’t wipe off her lips no matter how hard she tried. It was crazy and stupid and she.