I also knew that Marisa had a small fantasy that we used to play out every now and then. She had a slight thing for the idea of being with a black guy... but swore that she could never do it.I wasn't sure what to say so I turned to face him saying he couldn't sleep with her. He ask me if it was because she is married. I thought I would be honest blurting out that she is my wife. After a couple of seconds of silence Jerome let out a deep laugh saying that no one as pathetic as me would be married. She was starting to really enjoy oral sex with both boys and girls and her sexual needs were considerably less than Maisie's.After spending a bit over two full days in bed with this pair of lovelies, I'd come to a couple of interesting conclusions. First that Maisie, while being a lot of fun, was definitely not girlfriend material. Her sexual needs were exhausting and she was philosophically incapable of being faithful to just a single sex partner. Estelle on the other hand, had a much more. ‘Is the job still open?’ I asked her. She looked me up and down. ‘How many years of college do you have?’ She asked in a dead straight face. ‘Uhhh…..’ Then she laughed. ‘Six bucks an hour, sweep the floors, do the windows and clean the rest rooms?’ ‘I can do that.’ ‘Well, you are the cutest dishwasher I ever hired.’ She handed me an apron. ‘Starts now. Breakfast is on me!’ She said over her shoulder as she headed for the kitchen. Then she stopped. ‘I’m Katey.’ Well, that made sense, the place. Lynn and Gary began making love less and less frequently, Lynn, almost always the initiator, convinced that her husband could no longer satisfy her -- actually convinced he had never satisfied her -- and, more importantly, that he never would. She did make a final effort, dressing provocatively and meeting him at the door one evening, but he simply kissed her and informed her that he had invited some of his friends over to watch a ball game on TV and asked if she would mind fixing some snacks..