We had travelled different roads but had both ended up at the same place. Mid-twenties, married to older, successful, career men. My husband is a conc...ert promoter / band manager and is in a prime position to get the pick of the up and coming, barely dressed, blond bimbo's who are looking to break into the music biz.I must admit this was me when I first met him, dancing around a pole as I sang Tina Turners Private Dancer. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was. ‘I told you. I sense things. Especially about you.’ he sighed. ‘You don’t listen when I talk do you.’ he said accusingly. ‘Of course I listen.’ she frowned looking about the room to figure out what to use to restrain her human. ‘I hear what I want to.’ she smiled turning to face him fully. ‘What are you doing?’ he questioned as she started to slowly close the distance that separated their bodies. Hesitantly, he began to back away for her approach. He jaw dropped as his back met the concrete. “You know, when I was about 13, I starting to get interested in girls and I would often masturbate thinking about you. I’ve always found you hot. And you still get me all worked up” I told her.She did not look surprised but strangely flattered and excited. “Would you like to relive some of your experiences?” I enquired shyly.She looked at me. Finally she said: “what did you have in mind?”“I am at your disposal for whatever you would like to do” I said, humbly“Take off your clothes and get on. It should be the business that pays it back, starting as soon as there is an income. Until then we’re writing checks on that account. I don’t think we should strap ourselves for living expenses in order to fund the business. We should put it in our household account and make sure that we don’t fall behind on things like maintenance, childcare, and food.”“I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as you and Tony do,” Sandra said. “How do you pack so much away?”“We put in two hours a day of intense.