Chapter 153

"You wouldn't believe me," she panted. It was a $9.5 million house, owned by one of the best-known lawyers in Houston.

"I believe you'll do anything for money," I said.

"His wife," she admitted.

"Seriously?" I said.

"Seriously," Alyssa affirmed. She was unabashedly bisexual.

"That would be fun to see," I said.

"You are such a man," she said. "Come on. You know what I want. Concentrate."

Alyssa was unique in Jess's escort agency stable. She was a bit older, 34, and worked as a model before becoming a real estate agent. She had an absurdly cool sexual quirk, which was that she had an extremely hard time reaching orgasm with a man. It didn't matter if you used your tongue, your cock, or fingers. Getting her off was like climbing a mountain. Unless you came inside of her. When she felt a flood of sperm hit her pussy? All it took was a couple flick