I look down at her and then at sis and say, “sorry, that was just very exciting, and tasting Mandy on top of it was too much. I could not keep him d...own.” I frown thinking I was acting like a little boy and not a man for these two women. Mandy looks at me with those big brown eyes and a very cute smile on her face and says, “What’s wrong? You think we are upset that made you excited and got you hard?”I nod my head yes. Sis looks over at me and says, “What did I tell you about not being ashamed. "Now, if you are to have lodgings here, I should like that we start off on the right foot please. I only like nice polite young men as my lodgers. I am Mrs Jackson and I like my young men to call me by that name. Do you think you can do that?" Yes Mrs Jackson." Now try answering my question properly and tell me exactly how old you are and how tall you are as well please." she interrogated."I'm eighteen and one month Mrs Jackson" I stammered and for good measure as I was so taken aback added her. Instead we set off up the street, our flipflops offering bare protection against the broken bottles andassorted discarded scrap metal that littered the sidewalk. Therewasn't much traffic and only a few, very scary, looking people walkedpast us. Natalie just pushed on, very excited. We walked for about a mile up the strip and by the time we reachedthe seedy hotel that rented rooms by the hour, it was pretty dark andtraffic was beginning to pick up. When I say "traffic" I mean guysprowling in. Jason will fit my needs nicely.”“Don’t you think his being married to me presents a problem.”“Not in the least. Merely a minor delay. I have so much more to offer. I’m young, better in bed, and I’m not a whore.”“You sure about that last part?”“Very. I may enjoy sex, but I don’t slut around, and I have never spread them to get ahead. We both know you can’t say the same. Simply put, you don’t deserve a good man like Jason, and I do. ninety-nine percent of the men in this world are assholes. Jason.