It was as if she’d just been using him. Then he felt her shaking, and felt wetness on his chest. Gently, he encircled her with his arms. ‘What’s...the matter?’ he asked. ‘Why are you crying?’ ‘I…I thought I…I could do it,’ Karen sobbed. ‘But…but I…I couldn’t…I…I can’t.’ Jason was even more confused. ‘Do what?’ he asked. ‘I…I told myself that tonight I was just going to come in here and fuck your brains out,’ she murmured, shocking him with her use of the coarse word. ‘I…I hoped that somehow,. So at different intervals of the day I could check in just to see what was going on. The second day she was laughing and talking to someone on the phone but the camera was to fare away for me to hear what was being said leaving me even more perplexed so nothing else to do but reposition the camera. After repositioning the camera about three days later while looking in at about the same time of day there it was the same type conversation. This time sound was good what a conversation it was. She sucked my cock better then any of the young girls or older women I had been with and when my balls would tighten up and my cock began to twitch she would take it all the way to my balls and swallow until there was not a drop left, she would suck me dry. She loves to work in the yard and raises a beautiful garden. One time we sat in the garden with a salt shaker eating tomatoes. I picked a nice cucumber and looked into her eyes and softly said : "sweetheart, I want to lick your clit and fuck. " I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the cold steel around my neck… Then I stood quiet as he fondled my boobs at will.“Nice boobs, Ana… I bet you have also a wet pussy…”I shivered, thinking.