I saw the free weed, more money and giftsfloating in the air and decided to pluck themall from their orbits.I was a whore again.By the end of the day ...my nipples were sore from being sucked, my ass and hermaphroditic pussy were sorefrom being fucked, I smelled like his Middle Easterncologne scents and I felt truly defiled and ashamed.I know understood the world better and for the first time I really understood whatit was to sell myself yet I still smiled seductively.I still knew how to. On a normal night Katie and I would have been done. But Michael wasn’t, he was hard again and still had 2 holes to fuck. He knelt between her legs and looked to me. I was unsure why till I remembered we didn’t have condoms. I nodded my approval for him to continue and he waisted no time running the head of his cock up and down her pussy a few moments then Katie exclaimed, “Damnit Steven, fuck me. I want your cock in me!” With that Michael entered my wife. Slowly filling her till his balls were. I started on her belly, and the grunts came with each blow. Carefully metering myself, I only struck hard enough to leave pink lines, no welts or skin breaks. At least, that was the plan. Every so often, I misjudged a strike, and left a raised wheal to establish where that blow had landed.Twelve more, and I moved on. Annie, by this time, had developed a sheen of perspiration, and she likely knew what was next. Accordingly, I began to beat her breasts, again metering the force I employed to. ‘It was great fun!’ ‘Where?’ ‘Julia tells us about the tattoo and I’ll tell you about my little outdoor tryst.’ That made it a Mexican standoff. And so it went. As the questions got more risque the squeals of laughter reached a crescendo, Jorge being very diligent in his work, the women the enjoying the flex of his biceps as he worked the cocktail shaker. The envelopes came to end but the fun continued as they jibed and laughed at personal revelations that had been made. Prue made busy getting.