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A twinge of jealousy struck a note deep in her belly, and she tried pushing away the ridiculous thought. She wasn’t jealous about his admiration of another woman’s boobs, was she? After all, she’d pointed them out to him.

Together they watched in silence as the woman bowed her head and placed the pudgy man’s shaft in her mouth. Licking in short, swift flicks, Lottie swirled her tongue around his manhood until he squirmed in pleasure. With an expression of boredom on her face, she cupped his balls and increased her attack on his tip. The older man reached down, gripped Lottie’s hair to hold her in place, and uttered a guttural growl.

Embarrassment flooded Tammy and she avoided Jonas’s eyes. “Uh, granted she has a lot of the attributes I wanted in a body, but is she what I think she is? Are you offering me a hooker’s body?”

Jonas chuckled, making her even more disconcerted than before. She watched Lottie and the man trade positions so he could lap up her juices, and experienced a whole new level of mortification. She swallowed and felt the moisture flow between her legs.

“Why, Tammy, I’m surprised you’re not more liberal than this. She’s simply doing her job. Don’t ya’ll have whore houses in this time? I mean, in this day and age is anyone sensitive about the relations between a man and a woman? I wouldn’t think so. Not, at least, according to what I’ve seen on the large televisions called movies.”

His heated gaze bored into hers and she felt the wetness under her armpit match the damp warmth in her panties. Weird. No man, not even Brad, ever made her feel this awkward about sex. Granted, she didn’t participate in sex as much as she used to, but others doing so had never bothered her…before now. Why did Jonas make her feel so discombobulated? And where had she gotten the word discombobulated?

 

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