Then, one evening after my last day at work, as I was packing up the things in my apartment, there was a knock at my door. To my great surprise, it wa... Alison. "Hi, Steve! Mr. Walters wanted me to drop these by for you," she said, holding out two envelopes.I took them and opened them. They were both greeting cards congratulating me on my graduation. One was signed by all my former coworkers, including Alison. The other was from Mr. Walters, and he had written, "She's yours for the night, kid.. ” I look in and see a rather well preserved 55ish year old woman getting other things worked on right now. “She is 69,” says Linda. I am floored. OK when? I ask. “Drop your pants”, I have an inversion table set up so you can cum right on her and never see her or be seen by her.” I will ruin you three times….we all know you can do that(smirk)”. “You get 200.00 and come back tomorrow!” I got a business to run Linda……today and tomorrow too??? “Every day until she hooks up again, name your. The trembling schoolgirl just sank to her quaking knees and took the exchange of guilt with graceful submission. Her shuddering wail of satisfaction was noticeably subdued and she guiltily attempted to play down her shameful exhibition of depravity in front of the unbiased reflection.Roxy managed to work her way closer to the mirror staying on her knees and holding up her hair with one hand and using the other to agitate her nipples into full-fledged excitement. By the time she got right next. “Are you hungry?” His voice – a mellow baritone – pierced my reverie.“I’m okay.” That was less than honest. I hadn’t eaten since the day before yesterday.“Well, I’ll be stopping for a snack in a few miles. I’ll certainly treat you to breakfast.”“Okay. Thanks.” Long pause. “You don’t have to.”“I know.” A little later, “We ought to introduce ourselves, don’t you think? I’m Steve.”“How do you do, Steve. I am Pandora.” No, I wasn’t. But I’d been Pandora since a ‘witty’ boy had teased me in Primary.