’ ‘How do you manage that? Sounds too good to be true.’ ‘All of us work for the owners. We earn lots of money for them. It more than covers ou...r expenses.’ ‘What do you do?’ ‘We’re escorts.’ ‘You mean like hookers?’ I was shocked. Lori always seemed so ‘nice-girl’. ‘Sort of, I guess, but it’s all very professional and safe. We never leave the house and we’re monitored the whole time. The clients are screened ahead of time for criminal records or any diseases.’ ‘Doesn’t it bother you, though?. Well, during those two weeks at the end of June and start of July things panned out pretty much as I expected. During the weekdays I left for work after an always solitary breakfast as I planted a kiss on my sleeping wife’s forehead, seeing her for at best a couple of hours in the evening if I managed the previously rare feet of being home by six. My only other interaction with her maybe being a snatched ‘goodnight’ call with her before I headed to bed, knowing I’d be sound asleep by the time. I had never really thought of cock before, but as I got on my knees and started playing with his, I got turned on. He told me what to do and I followed his instructions. I'm sure I was not very good, but the first time I felt his cock start to pulse in my mouth followed by his cum exploding into my mouth, I was hooked. He never had to ask me again. I would always suck his cock first, then jack off to the pictures of his wife, always cumming in his mouth. He wanted me to watch him fuck his wife,. No loud refusals... maybe these latter additions weren't going to be as difficult as I thought. Gotta stick with the plan though."Tawny, what I had in mind was that these go in your ears and this goes in your navel. I have an appointment for you this afternoon at __________'s." The place I named was a very 'stylish' (pronounce that "expensive") little shop at the mall. They did piercings by appointment only and had supplied the jewelry I was presenting. The shop doesn't do erotic piercing, or.