Her long blonde hair and blue eyes were breathtaking. Her body was even more so. With beautifully sculpted D-cup breasts, and a slim figure with wide ...ips and firm ass; she was the icon of many men's lust. She was a stay at home mother, who occasionally helped out at her husband's congregation. Though being a mother, and 41, she looked like she was in her early 30s. She was just as loving and compassionate as the man she married, and extremely naïve about the more... perverse things in. No, I don't think there is any chance of an entrapment charge." Even though you could have stopped it at the time?" Gwen asked."We were not obligated to do that. Remember, the police force was not even at the stadium. A private citizen cannot be accused of entrapment." How long before I can call Bert?" Molly asked."It, uh, may be a while. Don't worry about it getting on the air before you can tell him. Ms. Arragon has agreed to proceed on my schedule. The first word the Program will get about. I walked through the beaded booth entry in the back. It was dark and smelled like a river of cum. I saw the first (big) booth by itself on the right and my heart sunk as I saw the red light on, it was occupied. Nervous I went right to the row of booths and got in the middle one. After putting in $5, I quickly took my jacket and pants off, put them on the folded chair and put my wig on. Soon I heard dinging as a couple guys were coming in.I was surfing through the channels when the door opened. I thrust at her hand and let out a long breath, hissing between my teeth as her fingers teased along me, sparks shooting before my vision.“Ashley,” I groaned, “st…stop. Let me in first.”“Now, why would I do that?” she whispered in my ear, the tables now turned in her favor.“Because; you and I both know your hand isn’t where you want that particular muscle,” I growled in her ear.“If I do, promise not to tease me?” she bargained, squeezing her thin fingers around my hard cock.“Yes… gods, yes,” I.