There was the thrill of seduction; there was not knowing if he would accept his lust. I had no doubt that the lust was there. His heart was pounding, ...and the smell of his excitement drove me ever higher.But I needed more. To truly conquer him, he needed to accept it; I needed him to admit his desires. That would make it more real; make it bigger. But it also approached one aspect of immortal mores that I value: I wanted his consent to be more explicit before things get too far.I slowed down. My. I... I don't know," Henrietta stammered in an honest answer to the question."Then I think I have a proposition for you, sweetie. Would you go to bed with a man for an hour for $200? Or for a night for $600?"You mean like? Like a prostitute?
"Not really sweetie. We'd be in control of who saw you and you could stop when you had enough money. We call girls who do this, Escorts." But sir? Like, how much would I make" That depends on how good you are and how many repeat clients you get. Certainly it. I have to video it for him. He wants to see your cock fucking his wife’s pussy. Live video would be spectacular as well and he cannot have too many pictures either!” He thinks for a moment and say, “I’m good with that, if I get a copy of it as well.” “Deal!” I say!! I text you again … he has gotten down between my legs on the couch and his tongue is licking my thigh and I send hubby a picture of it.Finally, my phone dings. We both look and hubby says … “Fuck that cock. Talk dirty to me as he. To describe our hurts. To imagine him being brought to his doom.For fully fifteen minutes we sat there, united in our hatred and contempt. It felt slightly petty and unreal to me. It was only too clear that Alicia really did hate the most out of all of us. I could see Pauline looking unhappy for some reason. After our meeting we filed out quietly past the man. He just smiled smugly and asked us to come back. Tonight we were brought into the same room and sat around the table like the other.