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Jack went into the pub where he had seen the girl before hoping that she would be there again, if nothing else for a dodgy East London pub they did a nice single malt Scotch. Previously he had been home on leave and needed some company Charlie was a call girl but Jack found her fun as well as good in bed. In all he had seen her four times.
Trouble was he had lost her number and the mate he got it from had left the marines and they had lost touch.
As Jack sipped his double, he saw he was in luck, that mass of curly red-brown hair with hints owas unmistakable. So was her profession from her dress, leather mini skirt, low cut top and high boots. The girl was looking around for some one and Jack wondered if she was picking up a client. Still special forces officers are not diffident and he went up to her.
“Hi remember me?”
For a second her face was blank and then it lit up with that lovely smile of hers. Quite possibly an act but a good one. Charlie leant forward and kissed Jack on the cheek.
“I am meeting a client, I am afraid.”
“Can we arrange to meet at some other time?”
“That would be nice. Honestly, I mean that, you are far more fun than most of the men I see.” Charlie could add to that younger and fitter. Jack was a natural gentleman who even if he was paying for her time still treated her with respect. Also, he was ex-forces and she felt sate with him.
The client didn’t turn up. Jack gave Charlie the space to make the meet but sat at the bar sipping slowly and munching on a plate of chips, good old English thick chips not thin fries. After nearly an hour Charlie came over to him nicked some of the second plate of chips.
“I don’t think he’s coming, so still want company?” Of course, he did, that is why he stayed, the chippy had equally good chips at half the price and he had a bottle of far better single malt back at his hotel. It was however the other side of town so they went back to her flat instead. Outside it was manky but inside it was clean and tidy.
The door closed they were at it immediately Jack felt like he was kissing a vacuum cleaner she was so enthusiastic. Off came her top without any help from him and before long they were in bed having passionate sex. If Charlie’s enthusiasm was an act then she should get an Oscar. When they were satiated, they lay side by side smiling at each other.
“I wish you could stay all night but I will get into trouble with my pimp he is a bad-tempered bastard and won’t appreciate me not earning.”
“I will pay you more to keep him happy.”
“You’re not paying at all; I wanted that to be because we enjoy each other not because you’re paying.”
“Do you want out?”
“Of prostitution. If I am honest, then no but I would like to get rid of that bastard and be a bit more up market.”
“OK I will deal with him”
“That would only get you stabbed and me in trouble.”
“I don’t think so unless he has a lot of thugs to back him up.”
“To cheap for that but you are not bothered by a knife fight.”
“I am ex-forces and the bit they don’t admit too. Your nasty little pimp will get a surprise.”
“That is tempting but then there is Lisa, he will take it out on her.”
“Lisa?”
“His other working girl, tiny little thing apart from the tits, and as enthusiastic as me but we have Bas.”
“Then we will get Lisa away from him at the same time and she can choose what she does later but staying with us is an option.”
“What exactly do you intend to do with us?”
“Well it’s up to you but I thought let you do what you do best, open your legs for money but at the top end of the market. Comfortable surroundings, mostly pre-arranged clients and in the countryside. I live in a tiny village that is virtually dead. It is in a triangle with railways on two sides and a motorway on the third. One road in and not enough reason to survive. The big house was empty and going to ruin when we bought it. The pub only survives because my Dad bought that too and we charge the landlady a token rent. Some of the other houses are empty and those that are occupied the people are hard up. You and Lisa earning good money will make you the richest members of the community other than me that is.”
“Your rich.”
“Loaded, Dad made a fortune and had a good tax accountant so even running loss making pubs, I inherited a lot. I don’t need to work, so running a brothel seems like fun. My step mother will have kittens which is a plus point.”
Charlie’s pimp did indeed draw a knife that was on the floor and his wrist broken faster than her eye could see. Jack calmly explained that he had two options to not interfere or not being able to interfere on a permanent basis. The pimp believed him, so was no further trouble
Charlie and Lisa were able to get their things together in peace apart from the whimpering from the pimp oh apart from the scream when Lisa kicked him on the crotch. An hour later they were in a Land Rover heading west. In late afternoon they left the motorway, looped back around and drove in to the wooded area where Lesser Plumpton was located. A small village around a green with a pub and a general air of unkemptness. A pretty village like this should be prosperous but its raison d'être had gone, nearly cut off from the world and a fair distance from the nearest town.
Sylvia, Jack’s step mother raised an eyebrow at the arrivals even though the girls looked quite respectable in jeans and normal tops. Indeed, Sylvia was dressed much the same. Even so though she was polite to them though her coolness to Jack was unmistakable. They each were installed in a nice room with double bed.
Jack invited them to go for a walk around the area with them. Once out of earshot of Sylvia he explained his plan.
“Right, first of all I own the house, though it’s is a condition that I allow my step-mother and her daughter to live there as long as they want. As you may have gathered, we have a mutual loathing for each other, which now I have left the army is going to be a pain. Am I right that you two have no problem continuing to be whores as long as you can do it in comfort and without your earnings being stolen from you by a pimp?”
“Pretty much in my case, what about you Lise?”
“I guess so, though I did have ambitions to be a web designer. If I earn money on my back for the moment, I can always develop that later. What in this for you?”
“A number of things. First Charlie and I really enjoy sex together so when not working I hope she will continue to sleep with me. If you want to join in that is up to you. Secondly this arrangement will really piss off Sylvia who comes over as very prim and proper though I suspect not quite so behind closed doors or my father wouldn’t have shacked up with her, randy old sod. Mind you they never married even if she did call herself Mrs Reith-Jones”
“Randy? Runs in the family then.”
Jack didn’t reply but grabbed Charlie and kissed her enthusiastically. Lisa looked on with interest and when they broke moved forward for a clinch of her own.
“I like the idea of the three of us together when not working. You have a much nicer body than most of our clients and I know from Charlie that you’re a good lover. It would nice to have sex for pleasure on occasions. How do you plan to work this?”
“Initially I will contact some business acquaintances who are likely to want to give clients a good time. Some nice discreet illicit sex may well clinch the deal. Also, it would look better if you had an apparent legitimate job. You said you wanted to do web design Lisa?”
“Yes. If you want a web site for our enterprise? Charlie is good at graphics so could be involved. Are we going to make it profitable though?”
“Doesn’t matter just so we have a cover to explain you having money. It’s a cover I learnt how to do it on covert ops. The first job would to be to design our own site but I think it would be safer on the dark web as we can be a lot more honest that way.”
That is exactly what happened. Jack would pick the clients up from the nearest station drive them through the countryside and take them to the pub for a meal. The girls would be there and eat with the clients before going off to Jacks house for a night. The fees they got were staggering for the two girls. They made more in a single night than previously they had in a week. Jack was clever enough to determine in advance what the clients want and then deliver it. One night elegant evening dresses the next barely decent outfits.
It was all going well and the girls were content in their new situation. Jack was lying awake reading because he couldn’t sleep for some reason. The door slipped open and a tiny naked figure came in and got into bed with him.
“I love the money but heavens some of them at useless at sex could you shag me properly please.”
Lisa was clearly quite frustrated because she quickly came but stayed impaled on his cock for him to cum as well. The combination of slim body and large boobs made for a very appealing package. Lisa had long straight hair that was naturally the colour of straw which matched her fair skin. Totally the opposite of Charlie who was a tall curvy red-head whose hair curled into ringlets. The two girls totally different and both adorable. Jack realised that affection was quickly being added to attraction and for both of them.
Lisa had to return to the client’s bed before he noticed she was gone. In the morning they went to the pub for a pre-arranged breakfast before Jack took the clients back to the station. When he returned, he found both girls waiting for him wearing just thigh high boots and clearly expectant.
The three of them spent all morning in bed together fucking every which way. Jack found that if one was fun individually the two of them together was incredible. By lunchtime he could hardly move from exhaustion. It was a good job that the pair of them were booked to go away for the weekend with clients leaving him to recover.
Going downstairs for lunch having just thrown a pullover dress on they met Sylvia who said she had made lunch for them all. Jack was suspicious that she was up to something but could hardly say no. They sat down in the dining room just the four of them.
“Right Jack am I missing something or have you turned this house into a brothel?”
“No that is about it. The girls are earning far more than they could have as cheap hookers in London and I get to screw some very talented ladies.”
“How much better?”
He told her and she whistled before saying something that nearly made him fall of his chair.
“Am I too old and ugly to do it?”
“Pardon?”
“Could I do the same, be a high-class whore. I am getting bloody tired of not getting my end away and I have expensive tastes.”
Jack’s face must have been a treat because all three women fell about laughing. Jack knew the joke was on him but saw the funny side and joined in. Then he looked at Sylvia, she was a well-preserved woman in her mid-forties with a bit of help, yes, she could be an up-market call girl.
“Well I wouldn’t want to shag you but I think a lot of men would.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“And women as well if you’re brave enough.”
“Oh most definitely, I will be honest my expensive upbringing could not suppress the fact that I am a natural born tart. I have lived all my life being a well-behaved middle-class housewife and it’s not me. It’s turned me into a miserable harpy. I just want to be bad”
“Bloody hell.”
“Precisely. Can we call a truce, cutting chunks out of each other isn’t much fun?”
“More bloody hell Ok. Are you serious though that you want to go on the game? What about Sam?”
“Well considering what a lazy little madam my darling daughter is, I would not be surprised if she does the same.”
At this point Jack felt very strange for this was bizarre in the extreme, his step mother had always seemed very prim. A sour faced, lady whose nastiness was always in the politest language.
“Jack didn’t you say tonight’s booking really wanted another woman.”
“They did but were willing to put up with two between three. Are you serious Sylvia?”
“Oh yes very, I’m gagging for it and I like the money. The shock factor is fun too. Truce Jack?”
“Truce, I think I will find you a lot more tolerable as a tart.”
“Probably and since your Dad and I never married technically I am not your step-mother so if you want to see if I am up to the job.”
Jack was back in wonderland territory. That Sylvia suggested he take her to bed was just weird. It got worse because Charlie and Lisa chose that moment to remove their tops and wiggle their boobs about. Sylvia smiled and did the same, Jack realised she was braless as well. This was the point where he lost control of the situation. Jack Reith-Jones formerly a captain in one of her majesties deniable forces was ploughed under by three randy women.
Jack found out that Sylvia was nearly as talented at blow jobs as the other two and was up for anything. Sylvia was in fact more game for weird things than the girls. That night it was three women sitting in the pub in very revealing dresses. Unlike the girls, Sylvia hadn’t had a boob job but she didn’t need too, nature sufficed. The landlady lifted an eyebrow at what was going on but a party of six was not to be sneezed at. Jack was drinking at the bar having delivered the clients.
“I had taken those two for high class tarts except they are happily having a meal with your ex-mother in law. Mind you Sylvia is showing off her charms more than normal.”
“I might as well tell you that your right and quite surprisingly Sylvia who is missing being shagged by my father wants a piece of the action and money.”
“Blimey. Is this going to be a regular thing?”
“Yes, does it bother you using the pub for them to have a meal before they start?”
“I am getting business out of it and even with your incredibly low rent this place is barely profitable. I am not sure how Jill will react though. I think I had better tell her just in case.”
Jill was Bess, the landlady daughter and main barmaid on the grounds that Jill was willing to work for barely more than food and board to keep her mother afloat. Jill like her mother couldn’t care less if it helped keep the place going.
The meal finished and the tarts and clients went off together arm in arm with Sylvia particularly animated. Jack stayed at the pub another couple of hours a lot of it the only customer. Talking with mother and daughter he realised that they were genuinely relaxed about it, so one less problem to deal with. Sneaking in the back door he heard a lot of giggling and guffawing. Later upstairs in his bedroom he heard people running up the stairs. The old house had a discreet window that let the master look out unobserved at the stairs and hall below. It was all three women starkers being chased upstairs by their clients
The next morning after breakfast and the clients returned to the nearest station Jack came back to find Silvia still in a dressing gown not that well done up.
“Last night was fun, the guy I had even knew what he was doing though not surprisingly more interested in his enjoyment than mine. I don’t suppose truce goes as far as fucking me does it.”
“I think that would be more in the manner of a peace treaty. As it happens the whole affair was somewhat of a turn on so if you want too.”
“So, you looked through the secret window?”
“Oh yes, you looked as all of you were having fun.”
“We were that was one of my better ideas. This is going to work rather well but come on I want to see if you are as good as the old man.”
The dressing gown flew open and she advanced on him smiling wolfishly. Jack was somewhat taken aback at how pro-active she was but admittedly he went very stiff at the thought. Pushing him back onto the bed Sylvia started to work away at sucking him bringing him nearly to a peek before releasing him form her mouth. Then she climbed up over it and inserted the engorged member inside her, writhing about to increase their mutual pleasure. It was not clear which of them came first.
Afterwards lying there beside her, Jack thought that Sylvia looked a lot younger now and he realised that he had changed his mind about not being interested in her. Good job they would have clients he did not think he could keep all three of them satisfied otherwise.
Trouble was he had lost her number and the mate he got it from had left the marines and they had lost touch.
As Jack sipped his double, he saw he was in luck, that mass of curly red-brown hair with hints owas unmistakable. So was her profession from her dress, leather mini skirt, low cut top and high boots. The girl was looking around for some one and Jack wondered if she was picking up a client. Still special forces officers are not diffident and he went up to her.
“Hi remember me?”
For a second her face was blank and then it lit up with that lovely smile of hers. Quite possibly an act but a good one. Charlie leant forward and kissed Jack on the cheek.
“I am meeting a client, I am afraid.”
“Can we arrange to meet at some other time?”
“That would be nice. Honestly, I mean that, you are far more fun than most of the men I see.” Charlie could add to that younger and fitter. Jack was a natural gentleman who even if he was paying for her time still treated her with respect. Also, he was ex-forces and she felt sate with him.
The client didn’t turn up. Jack gave Charlie the space to make the meet but sat at the bar sipping slowly and munching on a plate of chips, good old English thick chips not thin fries. After nearly an hour Charlie came over to him nicked some of the second plate of chips.
“I don’t think he’s coming, so still want company?” Of course, he did, that is why he stayed, the chippy had equally good chips at half the price and he had a bottle of far better single malt back at his hotel. It was however the other side of town so they went back to her flat instead. Outside it was manky but inside it was clean and tidy.
The door closed they were at it immediately Jack felt like he was kissing a vacuum cleaner she was so enthusiastic. Off came her top without any help from him and before long they were in bed having passionate sex. If Charlie’s enthusiasm was an act then she should get an Oscar. When they were satiated, they lay side by side smiling at each other.
“I wish you could stay all night but I will get into trouble with my pimp he is a bad-tempered bastard and won’t appreciate me not earning.”
“I will pay you more to keep him happy.”
“You’re not paying at all; I wanted that to be because we enjoy each other not because you’re paying.”
“Do you want out?”
“Of prostitution. If I am honest, then no but I would like to get rid of that bastard and be a bit more up market.”
“OK I will deal with him”
“That would only get you stabbed and me in trouble.”
“I don’t think so unless he has a lot of thugs to back him up.”
“To cheap for that but you are not bothered by a knife fight.”
“I am ex-forces and the bit they don’t admit too. Your nasty little pimp will get a surprise.”
“That is tempting but then there is Lisa, he will take it out on her.”
“Lisa?”
“His other working girl, tiny little thing apart from the tits, and as enthusiastic as me but we have Bas.”
“Then we will get Lisa away from him at the same time and she can choose what she does later but staying with us is an option.”
“What exactly do you intend to do with us?”
“Well it’s up to you but I thought let you do what you do best, open your legs for money but at the top end of the market. Comfortable surroundings, mostly pre-arranged clients and in the countryside. I live in a tiny village that is virtually dead. It is in a triangle with railways on two sides and a motorway on the third. One road in and not enough reason to survive. The big house was empty and going to ruin when we bought it. The pub only survives because my Dad bought that too and we charge the landlady a token rent. Some of the other houses are empty and those that are occupied the people are hard up. You and Lisa earning good money will make you the richest members of the community other than me that is.”
“Your rich.”
“Loaded, Dad made a fortune and had a good tax accountant so even running loss making pubs, I inherited a lot. I don’t need to work, so running a brothel seems like fun. My step mother will have kittens which is a plus point.”
Charlie’s pimp did indeed draw a knife that was on the floor and his wrist broken faster than her eye could see. Jack calmly explained that he had two options to not interfere or not being able to interfere on a permanent basis. The pimp believed him, so was no further trouble
Charlie and Lisa were able to get their things together in peace apart from the whimpering from the pimp oh apart from the scream when Lisa kicked him on the crotch. An hour later they were in a Land Rover heading west. In late afternoon they left the motorway, looped back around and drove in to the wooded area where Lesser Plumpton was located. A small village around a green with a pub and a general air of unkemptness. A pretty village like this should be prosperous but its raison d'être had gone, nearly cut off from the world and a fair distance from the nearest town.
Sylvia, Jack’s step mother raised an eyebrow at the arrivals even though the girls looked quite respectable in jeans and normal tops. Indeed, Sylvia was dressed much the same. Even so though she was polite to them though her coolness to Jack was unmistakable. They each were installed in a nice room with double bed.
Jack invited them to go for a walk around the area with them. Once out of earshot of Sylvia he explained his plan.
“Right, first of all I own the house, though it’s is a condition that I allow my step-mother and her daughter to live there as long as they want. As you may have gathered, we have a mutual loathing for each other, which now I have left the army is going to be a pain. Am I right that you two have no problem continuing to be whores as long as you can do it in comfort and without your earnings being stolen from you by a pimp?”
“Pretty much in my case, what about you Lise?”
“I guess so, though I did have ambitions to be a web designer. If I earn money on my back for the moment, I can always develop that later. What in this for you?”
“A number of things. First Charlie and I really enjoy sex together so when not working I hope she will continue to sleep with me. If you want to join in that is up to you. Secondly this arrangement will really piss off Sylvia who comes over as very prim and proper though I suspect not quite so behind closed doors or my father wouldn’t have shacked up with her, randy old sod. Mind you they never married even if she did call herself Mrs Reith-Jones”
“Randy? Runs in the family then.”
Jack didn’t reply but grabbed Charlie and kissed her enthusiastically. Lisa looked on with interest and when they broke moved forward for a clinch of her own.
“I like the idea of the three of us together when not working. You have a much nicer body than most of our clients and I know from Charlie that you’re a good lover. It would nice to have sex for pleasure on occasions. How do you plan to work this?”
“Initially I will contact some business acquaintances who are likely to want to give clients a good time. Some nice discreet illicit sex may well clinch the deal. Also, it would look better if you had an apparent legitimate job. You said you wanted to do web design Lisa?”
“Yes. If you want a web site for our enterprise? Charlie is good at graphics so could be involved. Are we going to make it profitable though?”
“Doesn’t matter just so we have a cover to explain you having money. It’s a cover I learnt how to do it on covert ops. The first job would to be to design our own site but I think it would be safer on the dark web as we can be a lot more honest that way.”
That is exactly what happened. Jack would pick the clients up from the nearest station drive them through the countryside and take them to the pub for a meal. The girls would be there and eat with the clients before going off to Jacks house for a night. The fees they got were staggering for the two girls. They made more in a single night than previously they had in a week. Jack was clever enough to determine in advance what the clients want and then deliver it. One night elegant evening dresses the next barely decent outfits.
It was all going well and the girls were content in their new situation. Jack was lying awake reading because he couldn’t sleep for some reason. The door slipped open and a tiny naked figure came in and got into bed with him.
“I love the money but heavens some of them at useless at sex could you shag me properly please.”
Lisa was clearly quite frustrated because she quickly came but stayed impaled on his cock for him to cum as well. The combination of slim body and large boobs made for a very appealing package. Lisa had long straight hair that was naturally the colour of straw which matched her fair skin. Totally the opposite of Charlie who was a tall curvy red-head whose hair curled into ringlets. The two girls totally different and both adorable. Jack realised that affection was quickly being added to attraction and for both of them.
Lisa had to return to the client’s bed before he noticed she was gone. In the morning they went to the pub for a pre-arranged breakfast before Jack took the clients back to the station. When he returned, he found both girls waiting for him wearing just thigh high boots and clearly expectant.
The three of them spent all morning in bed together fucking every which way. Jack found that if one was fun individually the two of them together was incredible. By lunchtime he could hardly move from exhaustion. It was a good job that the pair of them were booked to go away for the weekend with clients leaving him to recover.
Going downstairs for lunch having just thrown a pullover dress on they met Sylvia who said she had made lunch for them all. Jack was suspicious that she was up to something but could hardly say no. They sat down in the dining room just the four of them.
“Right Jack am I missing something or have you turned this house into a brothel?”
“No that is about it. The girls are earning far more than they could have as cheap hookers in London and I get to screw some very talented ladies.”
“How much better?”
He told her and she whistled before saying something that nearly made him fall of his chair.
“Am I too old and ugly to do it?”
“Pardon?”
“Could I do the same, be a high-class whore. I am getting bloody tired of not getting my end away and I have expensive tastes.”
Jack’s face must have been a treat because all three women fell about laughing. Jack knew the joke was on him but saw the funny side and joined in. Then he looked at Sylvia, she was a well-preserved woman in her mid-forties with a bit of help, yes, she could be an up-market call girl.
“Well I wouldn’t want to shag you but I think a lot of men would.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“And women as well if you’re brave enough.”
“Oh most definitely, I will be honest my expensive upbringing could not suppress the fact that I am a natural born tart. I have lived all my life being a well-behaved middle-class housewife and it’s not me. It’s turned me into a miserable harpy. I just want to be bad”
“Bloody hell.”
“Precisely. Can we call a truce, cutting chunks out of each other isn’t much fun?”
“More bloody hell Ok. Are you serious though that you want to go on the game? What about Sam?”
“Well considering what a lazy little madam my darling daughter is, I would not be surprised if she does the same.”
At this point Jack felt very strange for this was bizarre in the extreme, his step mother had always seemed very prim. A sour faced, lady whose nastiness was always in the politest language.
“Jack didn’t you say tonight’s booking really wanted another woman.”
“They did but were willing to put up with two between three. Are you serious Sylvia?”
“Oh yes very, I’m gagging for it and I like the money. The shock factor is fun too. Truce Jack?”
“Truce, I think I will find you a lot more tolerable as a tart.”
“Probably and since your Dad and I never married technically I am not your step-mother so if you want to see if I am up to the job.”
Jack was back in wonderland territory. That Sylvia suggested he take her to bed was just weird. It got worse because Charlie and Lisa chose that moment to remove their tops and wiggle their boobs about. Sylvia smiled and did the same, Jack realised she was braless as well. This was the point where he lost control of the situation. Jack Reith-Jones formerly a captain in one of her majesties deniable forces was ploughed under by three randy women.
Jack found out that Sylvia was nearly as talented at blow jobs as the other two and was up for anything. Sylvia was in fact more game for weird things than the girls. That night it was three women sitting in the pub in very revealing dresses. Unlike the girls, Sylvia hadn’t had a boob job but she didn’t need too, nature sufficed. The landlady lifted an eyebrow at what was going on but a party of six was not to be sneezed at. Jack was drinking at the bar having delivered the clients.
“I had taken those two for high class tarts except they are happily having a meal with your ex-mother in law. Mind you Sylvia is showing off her charms more than normal.”
“I might as well tell you that your right and quite surprisingly Sylvia who is missing being shagged by my father wants a piece of the action and money.”
“Blimey. Is this going to be a regular thing?”
“Yes, does it bother you using the pub for them to have a meal before they start?”
“I am getting business out of it and even with your incredibly low rent this place is barely profitable. I am not sure how Jill will react though. I think I had better tell her just in case.”
Jill was Bess, the landlady daughter and main barmaid on the grounds that Jill was willing to work for barely more than food and board to keep her mother afloat. Jill like her mother couldn’t care less if it helped keep the place going.
The meal finished and the tarts and clients went off together arm in arm with Sylvia particularly animated. Jack stayed at the pub another couple of hours a lot of it the only customer. Talking with mother and daughter he realised that they were genuinely relaxed about it, so one less problem to deal with. Sneaking in the back door he heard a lot of giggling and guffawing. Later upstairs in his bedroom he heard people running up the stairs. The old house had a discreet window that let the master look out unobserved at the stairs and hall below. It was all three women starkers being chased upstairs by their clients
The next morning after breakfast and the clients returned to the nearest station Jack came back to find Silvia still in a dressing gown not that well done up.
“Last night was fun, the guy I had even knew what he was doing though not surprisingly more interested in his enjoyment than mine. I don’t suppose truce goes as far as fucking me does it.”
“I think that would be more in the manner of a peace treaty. As it happens the whole affair was somewhat of a turn on so if you want too.”
“So, you looked through the secret window?”
“Oh yes, you looked as all of you were having fun.”
“We were that was one of my better ideas. This is going to work rather well but come on I want to see if you are as good as the old man.”
The dressing gown flew open and she advanced on him smiling wolfishly. Jack was somewhat taken aback at how pro-active she was but admittedly he went very stiff at the thought. Pushing him back onto the bed Sylvia started to work away at sucking him bringing him nearly to a peek before releasing him form her mouth. Then she climbed up over it and inserted the engorged member inside her, writhing about to increase their mutual pleasure. It was not clear which of them came first.
Afterwards lying there beside her, Jack thought that Sylvia looked a lot younger now and he realised that he had changed his mind about not being interested in her. Good job they would have clients he did not think he could keep all three of them satisfied otherwise.
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