Given half a chance." I know, Bob, but I think you'd be kind to me." She paused, looked at me and studied my puzzlement. "You don't know what I do, do... you? I thought you knew. You saw where I worked?" Well yes, but I still don't know what your job is?" Oh sorry, Bob. I shouldn't have said anything." Well you have to tell me now. What do you do." Um, what shall I call it? Adult services. I'm on the game. I'm a prostitute."I didn't know what to say.She looked unhappy. She made to finish her. " But you had seen a few – even after we got married?" Yes, sometimes it just happened and I didn't resist the chance. Anyway, they couldn't take their eyes off me, especially when I sat down and let my skirt ride up. The rest you know really, I finished up one day sat on their knees and kept letting them go a bit further. They were very shy at getting their cocks out in front of each other so sometimes I went upstairs with one of them, on the bed. Sometimes when we went back down I left off my. Mel came with a loud groan, followed by a louder groan, and it was all I could do to keep my fingers inside her. Her hips bucked madly, her tummy muscles clenching, and she groaned again. I got my fingers another half-inch inside her. She cried out, in a good way, I thought. Her ass collapsed on the bed and I slowly removed my hand from her cunt. I kissed her clit and she shivered.Lying alongside her again, I played with one of her nipples.“Was that OK?” I asked, knowing the answer.Mel grabbed. He was half asleep and didn’t like being woke so goddamn early. ‘Yes?’ He said, through the door, leaning on it for support. ‘Dylan?’ ‘Yes? What do you want?’ Dylan wanted to go back to bed. He squinted at his watch. It still had to be like – ‘eleven!’ ‘Eleven what?’ The voice from the other side of the door said. ‘Eleven in the morning!’ ‘yeah, that’s why I’m here. Can I come in?’ Dylan peered through the peep hole and smiled. Well, well. He opened the door and stood next to it, a hand on.