She'd won the bet and that was why she was calling me. Only a couple of select people know that I am bi, and she was one of those few. She called me b...ecause she wanted to see her husband get fucked. In fact, if I 'helped' her out, she said that she'd loan me the use of her husband whenever I wanted. I had met him several times and thought he was good looking. Plus, I'd never had a slave before but I've always wanted to have one. So hell yes, I agreed to go along with it. She was going to bring. The club had not had the money backing it, and it had folded. Miguel was stuck and so started selling coke to pay rent and expanded his business out to looking after 3 working girls and arranging tickets for shows. It was an interesting tale! So far from our friends and life living in a two up two down in Hertfordshire. I ended up asking why he was chatting with us. He said his girls were all working, and so he had a free night, and had enjoyed the fact hubby got him three drinks without once. Bill studied Kara. He couldn't tell for sure whether or not she was wearing a bra, but he thought not. Kara was initially content just to let him look, but eventually broke the silence, “Well, Tommy's cousin, how are you?” Bill was caught staring at Kara's chest. He looked up, “Uh, its Bill... Bill Jordan, and I'm fine.” “Tommy never mentioned a cousin.” Kara's top two buttons were undone, a fact that Bill had not missed. “Yeah, well, we haven't seen each other since grade school. I live in. Mark and me just smiled at him.I fished out a couple of beers from the mini fridge. Mark was amazed I had that, just being 15. “Mom never comes down here, and dad is always on the road. We pop the caps and each take a long swig. “Hey man—I got some weed too” “Fuck dawg—you just got everything down here” “Ya—and porn too” ! Mark just flashed a big grin and said 'naaaa' I reached under the cabinet, and popped in a porn into the VCR. Soon as it started up, Mark was kicked back on my bed with his.