And the pay wasn't much. It was nowhere near enough to provide the little niceties that he was starting to appreciate.Wouldn't it be nice if he could ...make money doing what he liked? And just what did he like? He liked having his ass shagged. That meant charging to let himself be fucked. Just think, he could make that very ass he was sitting on into a cash cow. It had intriguing possibilities.There were some logistics to take care of. He'd have to lay out some serious money to buy an appropriate. "No, don't even think it, you two. Y'all belong together! But yaknow, it's ... like, there comes a time when you just, you know, want to TALK to somebody and there she is, all about..." he took a breath, "STUPID stuff!"I was inwardly amused at seeing this revelation being espoused by a just turned seventeen year old boy. I didn't let the amusement show. Instead, I said, "Some guys never learn that, Slade. And there are plenty of girls out there to feed the sentiment if that's what you want to. She thought she was at home. And then my wife said, "Well, he's always wanted to "do" two women at the same time"... I was really surprised hearing her say this.Then she said, "he's probably too damn drunk to get a hard on anyway!"She reached for my cock between my crossed legs, saying, "See... Now I got a good look at this girl's body, with tits that stood a little tighter and higher than my wife's 34 c's.While my wife's hair was longer, this girl had a Pixie type, and damn cute. I took the. Then I looked over to Justin and said ‘I assume Justin also told you that I’ve fucked his hot bubble ass around 10 times back then?’ Which they all also knew already and they all nodded yes to my question. And then one more question from me to all three of them: ‘You confessed your gay histories, and you planned your little surprise joke for me. So what else did you three already talk about – I mean about what’s next for tonight? Jamal answered this one: ‘Yes we did talk about what’s next. But.