My friend was tiring of her father by then, he was becoming jealous of her boyfriends and eventually she left home and went to another city.She wanted...to be like me and start prostituting herself, so we decided as we were young enough to carry it off, we could earn a fortune providing sex for senior citizens, under the guise of home helps, we soon had a large client base and out little pussies were earning a large amount of money, hence my strange affliction for men many years older than I, all. Look at those tits. They’re huge. You must be in heaven right now.”“So in heaven,” I grinned at her. “Why don’t you strip naked and join the fun.”“Oh, no, I need to shower first,” my wife said, standing up and grabbing the hem of her shirt. “I’m all sweaty from Pilates.”“Nonsense,” I grinned, “you have to do it. You have to obey me now.”My wife pulled off her shirt, her eyes widening in panic. “No, no, I really can’t. I need to shower. Please, Michael.”Her shirt reached her breast, but instead. He stood over her staring down at her almost naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed and let his finger trail up her leg. Slowly up over her foot, her shin, her knee. Then as her breathing grew more agitated, he let his hand drift up her inner thigh. His knuckles brushed against her groin and Sarah arched back and succumbed to some amazing sensations.Sam watched fascinated as she climaxed before him from such a tiny touch from him. God she was just so responsive to him.Sarah quietened down. No stranger to high heels, Taylor was on her feet in an instant. The man’s sprawled state presented an inviting target which his ?prey? took immediate advantage of. She swung her foot with all her might, polished toes scoring a direct hit on the man’s groin. Taylor’s efforts were rewarded with a pained, raspy rush of air escaping her assailant. Wasting no time to gloat, she turned and fled, the extent of her restraints not yet fully comprehended. By the time she’d determined that she was.