I'm a lonely housewife. Sure, my husband might be loaded, but all the money in the world can't buy me the affection that I crave or the feelings I desire...or can it?
While having lunch with my girlfriends and talking about my non-existent sex life, our entire conversation was overheard by the very attractive waiter. Seeing an opportunity, he stepped in and slid us a card with his telephone number....and prices?
I never thought I'd consider a paid male escort to satisfy me, but I need to get relief somewhere. I wasn't about to pay for him myself. No, I decided to use my husband's credit card. Not only was he going to pay for my bull, but I was going to make him watch everything the bull did to me.
While having lunch with my girlfriends and talking about my non-existent sex life, our entire conversation was overheard by the very attractive waiter. Seeing an opportunity, he stepped in and slid us a card with his telephone number....and prices?
I never thought I'd consider a paid male escort to satisfy me, but I need to get relief somewhere. I wasn't about to pay for him myself. No, I decided to use my husband's credit card. Not only was he going to pay for my bull, but I was going to make him watch everything the bull did to me.
