“I’ll make you a deal,” I told my husband Bill. “Instead of betting on the game, bet on me.”“What do you mean?” he asked.“Well,” I s...id, “Give me the four hundred dollars you guys always put in your football pool and I’ll give a blowjob to the winner of each of the four quarters.”This had always been a fantasy of Bill’s ever since he read about it on a web porno page.“I’ll call the guys,” Bill said, a big shit-eating grin on his face.Super Bowl Sunday arrived and I was excited. The thought of. We fell together onto the bed and I swear his cock actually touched the far wall of my pussy.I was still trembling as we dressed hurriedly and called for our limo to take us home!"You look great, Mum," he said as I paraded in the black wig that I wore as a disguise. I knew it changed my look completely and coupled with the short denim mini skirt and a little white tank top as well, nobody would ever recognize me as the million selling recording artist or the star of many West End. “Are you saying five hundred and ninety pounds?”“Yes.” Joe replied “Do you have the keys?”Mack was elated, he couldn’t refuse the offer. “I need a couple of measurements.” He said, turning to Joe, “I’ll need a note from your wallet.”Joe handed him a ten pound note.“Keep that; let’s call it six hundred if you keep this quiet.” Kelly said.“Same goes to you two; I would never live it down if this got out that I had done such a thing.” Mack said as he covertly wrapped the note around Kelly’s wrist. Three beautiful black women wearing only bikinis and high heels rushed through the front door giggling and acting drunk. Co-eds coming into the store in bikinis during Spring Break were not unusual but these women were a bit older then college girls.Tammy Cato, 22 years old, stood 5' 7", her 32B breasts filling her black bikini top, her long slender smooth legs totally exposed, her hips barely covered by her black bikini bottom. Her 2" black heels made her 5' 9" tall. Her curly black hair was.