You can find me the guys and help me pick the name because I have no idea what I would want to call it.’ ‘Beth’s Playhouse?’ he suggested and... laughed. While Toby was thinking this was just another joke, I was serious. I really did think we needed a classy brothel so that the lonely women of the city could find some entertainment of their own and so would guys like Toby too for that matter. I wasn’t discriminating if the place made me filthy rich. ‘No. We need to come up with a name that. .” he trailed off and looked at me, a dozen different emotions playing over his face.“Yes,” she snapped, drawing his eyes back to her before his emotional spectrum could settle on anger. “John has been very good to me. He’s going through something similar to what I went through in the divorce. We’ve been leaning on each other.”He nodded, glancing back at me with a slightly less conflicted expression on his face. “So Sissy told you what happened?” he asked me.I shrugged. “She said you left her. Judy sighed, moaned and generally allowed me to pamper her as the hot water worked on her body. When I paid a little too much attention to her camel toe, she giggled, squirmed and made me stop.It was over too fast and I was dressed and kissing my paramour, thoroughly, before sneaking out and quietly slipping down the hallways to my own room. James Bond never did it better, because I never saw a single soul the whole trip. The bed looked so inviting but we’d slept after satisfying out other base. “You’ll find out soon enough.” I threw her against the wall of her apartment as soon as we got there, and we were fucking on the floor within minutes. No foreplay. The foreplay had been our conversation at the bar. As she rode my cock and caressed her tits she hissed, ”You’re imaging fucking that little slut, aren’t you?” I thrust into her harder and harder. “You’re my little slut.” “You’re imagining ripping her clothes off and sticking your cock inside her.” She was meeting my thrusts,.