The man quietly but commandingly told her to spit on it. She lowered her grip on him and let a big thick glob of spit drip from between her ruby red l...ipstick coated lips and slowly land on the top of his cock head. She used both her hands to rub the spit all over his shaft making it shine in the lights of the now empty art studio. I could not believe this was happening. My memory fired-up by what I was seeing seemed to recall a very difficult artist she had built an entire show around. He was. You will offer the husband $10 for ten minutes in the dressing room with his whore. Go ... NOW!” I told him. I released him and he got up and pulled out his wallet and took the money out.I watched as he walked over and asked to speak to the guy. He made his offer and was promptly punched in the face a few times. When the cops got there, the wife and her husband explained what happened and that he was defending his wife. The cops hauled the pervert off and I went back to shopping.I was standing. ”Just then Susan walked-up. She was on her way to her usual Friday afternoon Happy Hour at Delilah’s, probably to meet Lynn. “Oh, Susan,” I said, “This is Jackie’s boyfriend, Steve. You know, the young lady who was here this morning?”“Oh, right,” she gushed. “Jackie is such a lovely woman. She’s going to look awesome for your formal dance next week…thanks to you!”Steve accepted Susan’s compliments and then she departed.Alone, Steve moved close to me. We kissed and he groped me. I playfully. I can’t sleep much past six any day unless I’m sick as a dog. So I’m ready to go if you’ll just tell me what you want me to do.”“Well, I suppose it’s just your military background speaking, but the first thing I’d like you to do is stop calling me “ma’am.” My name is Abby. “Ma’am makes me feel like I’m old!”Jake laughed. “Old like me, huh? Not to worry, I’ll call you by whatever you like, I just don’t presume ‘til I get the invite. Abby it is. So, what’s to be done?”Abby’s first task for him.