More a model than a streetwalker. But that's what she was.She began to undo my tie but I stopped her. "Can we just talk for a minute?" Just talk?" she... raised an eyebrow. "It's expensive; I get paid either way." Fine." I lay the five hundred dollar bills on the Days Inn night stand."But we can at least get comfortable, can't we?" she purred, removing her dress in one clean sweep. Now she was only in her bra and panties. Distracting. I looked her over. Too young to be her. She should be around 40. Finally, after 3 months of this routine, the doctor says, 'I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?'The man says, 'We're not trying to find out anything. She's married; so we can't go to her house. I'm married; and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $98. The Hilton charges $139. We do it here for $50, and best of all ... Medicare pays $43 of it.This one is compliments of JerryYou Know You Are In A Redneck Church If... ... people ask, when they learn that. Don’t you remember? Emily stayed with Rich and I went with you that first time. I liked it. I wanted more of it. Your wife agreed.” “You wanted me?” Evan asked her, not completely convinced. She nodded slowly again. “For the next three days I want you to be as comfortable with me as you are with Emily, Evan. I want you to hold me when you want, kiss me when you want. I especially want you to fuck me when you want.” “I see,” Evan said, still seeming uncomfortable. “We’ve done it before,” she. My body trembled and my knees were shakey. But before I fell over the edge of bliss, he turned me around and pushed deep in me. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me all the way up. His hand wrapped into my hair and he yanked back and started to fuck me with wild abandon. I pressed my hands against the glass and pushed back against his thrusts. His breathing had picked up as his skin slapped against mine. He yanked harder on my hair as his other hand snaked around my waist, his finger rubbing.