.. as she’d promised her Mistress, the very last person Karen wanted to discover her stupidity.Although If nothing else Karen Taylor was also a real...st, and a clever enough accountant to quickly realise these young thugs were probably looking for two things from her, Sex and Money and Karen had long been sexually adventurous enough not to be overly concerned about having to fuck both these young thugs, Especially if it meant her being able to send them on their way with as much cash as she. It is so wet it is streaked white with her cum. Both her small hands wrap around it and she drops her mouth over it. Sucking with the skill of long practice. He cannot see her but smiles anyway. She is very well trained. Trained to be his companion and to know when she is supposed to act on her own.Anna is barely awake. Murmuring against his shoulder. He strokes her hair and her back. When he touches her ass she starts and her eyes stare at him. A touch of anger visible in them. He twitches his. Me: I guess, couldn't be any worse than mine. Why do you think you score should be lower than mine?Chad: It was a while ago and I'm not proud of it, nor do I want to talk about it.Me: Listen, we're friends, if you can't share with me, who can you share with?Chad: Well, you know how I told you about when I was going over to my friend’s house back home and messing around all the time?Me: yeah, I doChad: well, it wasn't always with girls; now can we just leave it at that?Me: Well, that's ok... I. I mean, it was a kind of edgy place in a better part of town. Someone introduced us, I forget who. I was playing pinball at the time and slamming down miller high life's. It's funny, sometimes you see someone and you just know they are perfect for you. That was Barbra. 5'6", slim waisted and broad hipped. Dark brown, unrully hair. She was wearing a biege business type suit at the time. I thought at the time, and later found to be true, that she was a little more chesty than I usually prefer..