’ I started crying, not able to stop the flow of tears. I had no strength left to put on a show, to wear the happily smiling face, my stubborn ‘ev...erything’s going to be ok’ attitude was nowhere to be seen. I pulled my hands away to cover my face, and Josh let go of my hands, but then scooted closer and pulled me into a tender hug. ‘I can’t say I haven’t seen the signs,’ he told me with a softer than usual voice ‘and I’ve been hoping that you would give me a chance to help you!’ I kept crying. “How much did you make?” I asked.Bob took a drink of beer, then stared across the park. “I made one-hundred-sixty dollars.”“They paid you eighty dollars a night? How many hours did you work?” I asked.“I worked from eight at night until four in the morning. So about eight hours each night,” Bob said.“Fuck. That’s like ten bucks an hour. Is it before taxes?” I said.Laughing, Bob popped another beer. “There are no taxes, Gary. It’s all cash.”“Something sound fishy. What the fuck do you have. I can taste his lovely love juice filling my mouth every few seconds so i pull him on to his side so i can drink it all it is starting to fill my mouth faster and the taste is changing i am excited he is about to cum just the thought of him cumimg into my mouth gets me wet. I start so slow down because i do not want him to cum just yet the longer it takes for him to cum the bigger his cock gets and the more spunk there is. I change my position so i dont waste a drop his cock is hitting the back. Flash! Partially withdrawn. Flash! Buried again, balls resting against her anus. So if Catherine wasn't suggesting we join a Parisian orgy, what did she have in mind? We talked for more than an hour, reviewing the diminution of early ardour and discussing possible remedies. Only then, and very obliquely, did Catherine ask how I would feel about involving someone else. I told her it wasn't an issue worth considering because we had too much to lose. "But we trust each other, don't.