He wanted to chat with Bill for a moment anyway before he managed to escape.Bob finally addressed the older of the two men, "Stick around Bill. You go...tta hear this. You're not going to fucking believe how this girl plays."He flipped on the recorder attached to the mixer, and set the pots for a neutral recording, pretty much centered. Then he strapped on the Jazz bass, stepped up to his amp, flipped a switch, and turned a couple knobs. Then he checked to make sure everything was set up the way. I told her about the shorts Wanda had sent, and got her to laugh as we ended the call.Victor came in just as I was dialing Marcie's number. He indicated that he wanted to talk, but retreated to the front room when he saw that I was on the phone.Marcie's questions were very similar to Suzanne's. "Has your mother changed much? Did you take pictures of the little boy? Did you see your sister?"I told her that nothing had changed. Heather was still complaining about everything, and her boyfriend was. She licked my lips as she kissed me back to get a taste of herself. I helped her as she started to sit up.She looked down at me and said she wanted that too. Normally I would say no and resist clients when they ask for sex, but I wanted Marilyn. I came to her house today, knowing that I would most likely give into her.Marilyn told me that she wanted me inside her when she first felt and noticed the wetness in my pants. When she grabbed me and my cock throbbed in her hand, she remembered what it. I decided to wait to see if she wanted to get some lunch together and maybe I would have the courage to ask her out.She then walked back to her chair, sat down and looked over at me with a big smile on her face. I smiled back and pretended like I was going back to to my computer to shut down. But really, was watching her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she knew I was watching her as she slowly started rubbing her breast with her hand. I could see that she slid a finger down below her.