He had been with more women than any man I had met. Even his stories about his wife were always dirtier than anything I had watched online. "So what d... you do? You pay some chick for sex?" I asked, intrigued. I couldn't see how Brad was getting off without having some prostitute involved. "Dude you promise not to tell?" Brad asked looking at me. His eyes were big and he was speaking in a whisper as if somebody was going to pay attention to the ramblings of a drunk guy on the street at 2 in the. Slowly Anita's tongue flicked across that sweet pussy and then she licked her clit; making Melanie throw her head back in passion. Soon Anita was overcome with passion as her tongue and fingers started to do magic to Melanie's pussy. I bent over and started to suck on her hard nipples as my wife brought her to a full climax.After Melanie's moans died off, I started to kiss her with lust…She looked into my eyes and begged me to join my sexy wife to keep licking her wet cunt together.I could not. Even a bunch of glorified prostitutes turned their noses on her now.Perhaps they would have been a bit more kinder if they'd realised shehad been feminized into a sexpot stewardess against her will. Or if theyknew she only earned ?9,000 per annum, all of which went straight intoher estranged wife's bank account. Or if that cute little Frenchbrunette - Framboise, was that her name? - had realised that they'dshared a night of passion once, a few years ago, when she was still aman. Skye even. While they'd been here they'd made more than enough tack to get them home on their newly trained mounts.If Zakkon and Mendal thought they had the new mounts ready for a trial run by the time they made it home this evening we were going to give them a real test tomorrow.Thankfully they were sure of themselves when they made it back for the night. We did a little packing after supper was over and woke for a lot more the next morning. We were headed back down to the river level for another guinea.