I let myself in the backdoor of the house and quietly walked down to the main bedroom. I could hear the sounds of heavy copulation coming from one of the bedrooms further down the hall where one of Angela's friends was clearly getting a good workout.
Angela was sprawled on the bed in the main bedroom. The sheets were in a tangled pile on the bed, one pillow was on the floor near the door and one of the bowls of condoms was upside down on the edge of the bedside table with its contents strewn across the floor while the other one was still upright, but its contents were spread around it.
My beautiful lady was in no better shape, her lipstick and hair were a total mess, the sexy chemise she had been wearing was like a twisted rope around her waist and she looked as though she had just gone 10 rounds with both guys she had fucked for Evolved Fights.
"What on earth happened to you?"
"Mark happened to me," she giggled. "Come in, close the door and take your clothes off. Then get on the bed and hold me while I tell you what happened."
"Mark would be a nightmare for some girls who want to stay in control at all times because the last bit of control any girl will ever have is when she thanks him for the money he gives her. From that point on Mark is in control and any working girl is going to be in for one of the wildest fucking of her life.
"When he says that to me it starts at the front door. He has his money in his hand and sometimes I have barely enough time to put it down before action starts. Some days when he comes and there's only me here we don't even get out of the living room or the dining area.