“Uh ... come in?” she said.The door opened, and she saw a different young lady, dressed in jeans and a plain shirt, but wearing fashionable high h...els in the doorway. “Hi! My name is Susan. Bethany told me to come talk to you.”“B ... Bethany?”“She wears a French Maid uniform most of the time. She’s Lord DeGraves’ assistant. Oh, and Jorge is the gardener, not a gangster or hood or anything. He’s nice. Um, I think I’m supposed to introduce you to folks, maybe ask you to stay for dinner, show you. ...we are both single and willing” I responded defending myself. “Uh huh” Margaret rather flippantly remarked before surprising me with this demand, or threat to be more precise. “If you don’t want everyone to know you are sleeping with a granny, you better make this granny here an offer that involves her satisfaction”. I processed what was said, is Margaret bribing me to fuck her in exchange for silence? “Well.....what are you saying?”, I responded. “You are Jane’s bit on the side, her first. Yet." She quickly unzipped him, eager to get her hand on his prick. She slipped inside his pants, her heart pounding, and circled his cock God, it felt so good, so big and so hot!It was fortunate that the motel was close by because she stroked him while he drove. If it had been farther, she surely would have made him come. She was so thrilled with his cock she wanted it in her hand and in her mouth and in her cunt. She couldn't decide which to do first, she just knew she wanted his prick. Jorge asked how bad it got here when it rained like this.“I don’t really know. I’ve never been here this time of year, and I’m looking forward to it raining during the day so I can see where the flash floods join the river. That will give me a better idea of where I need to put dams and retaining ponds.”After dinner, we closed all the shutters and the door before sitting down to talk. They spent the rest of the evening asking me questions and listening carefully to my answers. With their.