And every time she they meet she nags: “why on earth you’d brought here that fucking whore?” I heard it myself! Ok, let it be!In fact it’s ano...ther story. I can tell it some day. Well if my mom is a whore so what???!!! Who’s not?Here my friend Bob (he is from the next block) persuaded me hard that his mother was an exception to the rule – she wasn’t a whore! He believed me only when I showed him his decent mom being rammed by some strapper on the glade near some small lake. After all she sucked. I am just trying to help out. I am planning a small banquet this Saturday. I can use some catering and I think your wife could use the business. Is that o.k. with you?" I have no objection to my wife's work. She is a good caterer and will do a good job with whatever you ask her to do." Her husband replied."Joe; have you ever heard of Guinevere's?" Joe had but Jenny had not. Joe nodded his head in alarm. "Joe; Guinevere's is a gentlemen's club. We have a very upscale clientele and we have a very. " His reply: "Good. Keep this in mind as a ground rule. The last person who lived here gave me full consent to his body, much like you agreed to. He angered me quite often. That has left me quite vengeful and though it's not fault to you, I will be taking out his failings on you. And why is that, you ask? Because you're absolutely worthless. You have put yourself in this situation for your own satisfaction you seek." He added, "I, at this point, am tired. You got here late like you said you. . White cotton top and short denim skirt with her cfm black heels. It was also obvious as she crossed the floor to the bar that she was wearing no bra. Both Jake and I smiled to each other. We knew it was going to be a good night.We spent the next 3 hours in the ‘Loose Moose’ and drank way too much booze. On a couple of occasions I caught Jake having a crafty feel of either her boobs or bum. Winking to me as he did so. We walked back to the hotel with Deb between us arm in arm. Nothing was said.