What’s the story?” “What’s the grocery notebook for?” asked George. “Well, if I’m gonna be your manager, I need to take notes, “ she...told him. “Manager? Since when do I need a manager? And to manage what?” asked George. “Whoa! Whoa! Isolde, you’re getting way ahead of things,” interjected Bob. Then he said, “Do you have an extra chair for the old guy?” “Be right back,” Isolde said. And she went back into the house. She reappeared at the door, carrying two kitchen chairs. She had a Bic pen. Well there are other ways of paying .You mean with my body Rose said yes i said you mean you want to fuck me for money Rose said .Yes you owe me £1000 so i think thats about 10 fucks you owe me Rose .Can i think it over first lets get this right you want me to fuck you 10 times then thats it its over ?.Thats it Rose up to you now ok Rose said but no one must ever find out .So Rose came over to my house saturday morning she looked stunning she had tight blue jeans and a sweat shirt she may be 35. I was kind of scared but excited at the same time. I could feel the juices from before still pushing out my pussy. He lowered me onto his big cock inching in slowly. I could feel my pussy stretching. He kept slowly putting more inside me then pulling out until half was inside me. He then slammed me down and all of it went inside me. I screamed because it hurt and tears were falling down my face. I didn't want to upset him or make him think I hated this because he said it was so special. He. "Yes Daniel, of course..." she murmured before fleeing to the kitchen.She pottered around nervously making the coffee, all the time aware that Daniel was standing in the door way watching her.She finally turned to him with two steaming mugs in her hands."In here or on the sofa?" she asked not quite meeting his eye."Hmm now let me think..." Daniel murmured in a deep and seductive tone that sent a little tremor through her, and a drop of hot coffee splashed onto the back of her hand. "In the.