Village hooker plans to grass on me to missus!

Dear Lexi, THERE had been a bit of a rumour going around our small village about a newly-arrived single woman who’d moved to

the area

This would have been around January time and the story in the local pub was that she used to work in a massage parlour somewhere in the city and was more than happy to turn a few tricks. It got me thinking that I’d like to get to the bottom of the rumours – and the bottom of her, too! was right out of order but somehow I was determined to find out if she had been, or still was, a hooker.

But to my surprise the door was answered not by her but by an older fella, who let me in and showed me into a downstairs room which was kitted out like a waiting room!

And to my even greater surprise there were three other fellas sitting around reading magazines and giving each other furtive looks – and they grinned when they saw me, feeling a little less guilty in their actions, since we all knew each other to certain degree.

The old guy told me to take an empty chair and that I could wait to see “Rose” – she’d be “done soon”.

So I waited while, one after the other, the other men in this makeshift waiting room popped into the room next door and all eventually came out with big smiles on their faces.

When it was my turn I opened the door of the room next door and there she was, spread-eagled on the bed, totally naked.

I didn’t fancy sex as I guessed that she’d just had several lengths of cock spewing their load inside her, so I pulled out my stiff Johnson and, with her nod of agreement, masturbated to completion all over her massive tits. And it only cost me £20. Since then I’ve been back a few times, even in defiance of the lockdown, but it seems the rest of village’s women have found out what she’s up to and want to kick her out!

And it’s my missus that is organising the petition!

But “Rose” told me if I signed it she’d tell my wife what I’ve been up to! Help!