His breathing was slightly wheezy with the unmistakeable smell of cigarettes. An older couple walked past as the pinafore pleats slowly moved in time...with the hand underneath. As one of them looked in, the movement below stopped, and then began again a few moments later. Almost automatically I began to move against his hand with every stroke, feeling his cock between my knickered bottom cheeks. The nagging, almost aching feeling growing, down inside. My breathing became unsteady. He pulled. His sneaky business partner had been skimming the books, and his wife was a frigid cow who only knew how to spend money as fast as he could make it, and give nothing in return. All of his life he had done what was expected of him, A good loyal husband, a hard working businessman. A Good Man. Tonight he didnt Feel like a good man. He wanted to do something totally wicked, totally contrairy to his idea of norm. He was going to go to a Brothel and get his first blow job. He knew( to him) it was. "Melinda moaned multiple times as Joe gradually built up speed in his thrusts into her ass. And then with a loud groan, Joe unleashed his sperm up inside her ass. As when Damon came in her pussy, Melinda again came to another shivering orgasm as she felt Joe's pulsating dick inside her ass.Brian shifted his camera angle to a closeup of Joe's ball sack pulsating while he emptied his sperm inside her ass."Oh ...my ...goodness," Melinda said between gasps. "I can't believe ...what ...just. "She looks fucking hot." That she does," I agreed. I explained the plan once more. "A few minutes before 10:30 go to the last room on the right upstairs, switch into the Phantom outfit that will be on the bed, and then wait for her to arrive," I thought the plan was midnight?" He asked."Change of plans, my little slut is already revved up for action," I explained, which was true. But I was hoping two hours of wine would have her in the perfect state of slutdom she often reached."Okay," he.