Zoe wasn’t concerned, but I kept wondering why Linda had suggested to Zoe that Marcus would be a suitable client.Finally, curiosity got the better o...f me. On a day that Zoe was in Brighton delivering some canvases to a gallery, I gave Linda a call. When I mentioned Marcus’s name, she fell silent and then said that we needed to meet for lunch at the local pub.She was already settled at a table in the corner when I arrived. She was sipping a glass of red wine and had ordered a couple of rounds of. The men ordered a sampler plate of all the fried seafood on the menu. The women stuck with fried shrimp, fried oysters and fried clams.No one was brave enough to eat raw oysters on the half shell, though Amanda and Sissy told them that Jon David and Joe had tried them and loved them with spicy hot sauce on them.They walked through the French Market after they ate. The women bought beads and trinkets by the sack fulls.Back at the hotel, they gave each of the carriage drivers an extra forty. I was so enjoying his sucking that I did not hear his door open and neither did Joe. It wasn’t until I heard a woman’s voice clear her throat that I knew we were not alone. I turned my head and Jen was standing there at the door with an amused look on her face. I did not know what to do; here I was naked with her brother sucking my cock and my wife’s best friend catching us. What also took me by surprise was that Joe continued sucking, only removing his mouth to say “Oh hi Jen”.Jen moved closer. She was tugging at my arm as soon as I walked through the door.There was no, ‘Hello, how was your day,’ no, ‘What shall we have for dinner.’ I had half-guessed this would happen as I came through the valley. It had been a blistering hot day, following a week of rain. In other words, your typical British summer. The Sun had set and yet the temperature reading in my car was still twenty-six degrees (Celsius, nearly seventy-nine Fahrenheit).I just about had the time to put my bag down and close.