The thing that stood out was that at no point did the tape show her as anything but a willing participant. She was on tape begging and pleading with u...known men to fuck her harder, faster, deeper and crying out for them to get her off, make her cum and give her more cock."Nice huh?" Harry said, "I know a guy in the porn business who would pay me some very good money for this tape so he could sell it at adult bookstores and arcades. He might even put it up on the screens in the booths. Of course. "I guess that means you gave up on trying to find me," she told me, playing along with my earlier explanation. "So I win." Yep. You win," I conceded, despite the fact that we hadn't actually been playing the game that we had told her mother. And despite my concession, I certainly felt like I had won some kind of victory today.Now that Sarah's mother had returned, we had to put the real game on hold, so for the rest of the afternoon, we just sat on the couch and discussed my world some more.. To this day I still loved her ass, and I guess I always will. Even when she's 99 years old and I'm 89, I'll still be smacking her on that ass.I was like a kid in a candy store, as usual but I had to split my focus. On one hand there were plenty of vendors that I'd like to do business with. My company sent me to several of these functions every year to drum up new business. There were several companies here that we already distributed products for and several more that we were considering. On. .” In a spasmodic motion that sent her entire body into a convulsion, Claire bucked her hips forward and arched her back while she let out a pornographic expulsion of pleasure from between her lips. The other three couldn’t see what was going on – not really, anyway – and were effectively getting half the show. In an astounding gesture of human-to-ghost relations, it appeared to them like their friend was currently getting eaten out by a spirit.Claire could’ve corroborated that assumption if.