“Maybe you should call your wife and invite her over? She could wear one of those skimpy little maid outfits as she served us.”“Yeah, and then y...ou could serve her your sausage,” I thought to myself. Why was I feeling jealous? After all, I banged his girlfriend and one of his dancers. Maybe it was because he had a bigger sausage than I did. I wished that he had suggested one of his employees rather than my wife.“I can just imagine her bending over in a short little maid outfit with fishnets on,”. "It's cool. I'd like to touch you too. I mean, if you don't ... If that's, you know, cool with you and..." I definitely want you to touch me." She smiled.Then she reached down and stroked my shaft gently and I almost lost it right there! I mean, I've had a couple girlfriends who gave me hand jobs but her hand was so soft and I was so hard I couldn't think straight.She caressed my dick the same way she caressed my head earlier and I couldn't stop myself from moaning."Like that?" She asked. It was just there, something to remind him of her, something that needed to be administered. But realistically, it was a lot of money. There was no telling how much until Aaron Tietelbaum got done with looking in all the nooks and crannies then figured out how much would have to go to the Internal Revenue Service. Dave could be pretty certain what was left would be well over a million by the time everything was said and done, and most likely over two million. If that money were invested. It wasn’t uncommon to see people having sex in the living room or even the kitchen. It didn’t bother me. I loved looking at Steven’s body and I loved being naked around him, especially when we were alone. Because of the open nudity, I was very self-conscious about my breast size. My tiny 32b size stood out from the other women who had far more “on top” than I did. Steven would say that anything more than a mouthful was a waste, but that did little to make me feel better. Even so, I loved it.