Shecould often tell a joke with a very straight face. "Are you serious?"he asked sheepishly, hoping she would hear the pleading in his voice andtell ...im this was a joke.She smiled at him, but gave no hint whether she was joking or not.Instead, she tossed him the nail polish and ordered him to begin. Thisis when it really hit Loren what he'd done. Joking or not, he'd givenhis wife the perfect blackmail material. And while they did have a goodrelationship, she was the type to exploit an. She loved getting fucked and used by men and now she had a job that would pay her to do so and even give her bonuses for playing a super slut, life was great. Her thoughts were cut off by the cock exploding into her mouth, she greedily swallowed, sucked the cock clean and then sat up and said thank you, both for the bonus and the cum.It wasnt long before they arrived at a hotel which Sarah didnt recognise. Her boss told her to stay in the passenger seat until the valet opened the door for her.. I was stunned to hear that. She reading my expressions called “son look please don’t tell anyone about what happened in the morning”. She again talking further told me that she can be my partner in bed. I smiled at her and said “Thank you mom you are great”. Then she sat beside me on the sofa and put her hand on my thighs.And looking into my eyes told me to not to tell this to anyone. I too assured her the same (but now I am telling to you all). Then she started rubbing her hands over my thighs. “I like to work out, dance, sit around the pool when I can, chat on the internet. I live a very boring life.”I zeroed in on her disclosure about internet chat.“You know,” I started, “I haven’t even looked to see if you have a Facebook page. Are you on Instagram, Snap-Chat or any other social media mediums?”“Sometimes,” she dutifully responded. “I try to keep a low profile.”I leaned forward and softly said, with a nod of my head and a pat on the bench seat on which I was seated, “Come over here,.