Imagine the following scenario and then ask yourself the same question? Last week, a dear friend of mine finally succombed to her desire to purchase a new (designer) handbag. She had hemmed and hawed for so long about which purse would be her investment. She arrived at Neiman’s and seconds after walking away from the cash register, an urgent text arrived from her husband asking her WTF? She freaked and wondered if her husband had her credit card on Lojack? She called him on the phone, copped to the purchase, and offered a brilliant blow job to be given the second she arrived home. An hour later, she entered the house her husband cornered her with his pants down. She sucked him off while visions of her new purple Balenciaga dancer in her brain. At that point, her daughter’s math tutor had completer her hour and called to my friend upstairs that she needed a check. My friend ran downstairs, wrote the check, and ran back upstairs to brush her teeth. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a huge cum wad smashed into the left side of the hair. In summary, her husband was 2k poorer but happy with his afternoon delight, my friend couldn’t wait to load up the new purse, and the teacher must have laughed the whole way home about the Something About Mary moment she had experienced. All in a day’s work!
The bigger questions is are we really WHORES?