Then Dave and Terrell both joined in with Sam and Misty, rhythmically chanting over and over again, “Fuck that horny bitch! And I know that whenever he masturbates, it always takes him an extremely long time for him to finally get excited enough to make himself cum.”
“But how do you know that?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know it, Sally. Over at his father’s house.”
“Terrell? And I could tell that my wife was definitely orgasming her ass off again. “But what does your wife think about you doin’ something like that?”
“Believe it or not, she’s the one who suggested that I try to get you to have sex with me.”
“Is she also the one who suggested that you offer me $300.00 to fuck her this coming Friday night?”
“Yes, she is, as a matter of fact. That’s a horse of a different color.”
“Okay, here ya go,” I said, before pulling my wallet open for a second time to lay three, brand-new one-hundred-dollar bills on top of the two fifties that were already in Dave’s hand.”
“It’s a business doing pleasure with you, sir,” Dave sarcastically remarked. Misty looked at me as if I had gone stark raving mad.
