Tony is thankful.

Grinning, Frank pulled out of the shuddering young woman, savouring the sweaty ruin of her tender body. With a groan, Tony rolled her off him, leaving her sprawled and panting on the couch.

"That was something else!" Tony laughed. "I don't know what your secret is but you should bottle and sell it."

"So you don't mind me fucking your wife?"

"Not when you turn her into something like that. I don't expect any trouble from her now."

"You'll have to keep her in line," Frank laughed. "I recommend hard fucking and stern treatment."

"I owe you man! Name your price."

Frank smiled and looked at Sandra, still panting from her exertions. His grin broadened and he looked at Tony, raising an eyebrow.

"How about a one on one session with your hot little bitch here?"