I understood her feelings and shared her discomfort with people thinking she was my mother. However, I also was twenty-three years old and desperately...wanted to have sex with her. I didn't entirely understand the arbitrary line she drew between being emotionally involved and having sex, but I didn't even try to argue the point. I knew I was lucky to have a gorgeous neighbor who wanted to masturbate with me, so I decided to just enjoy her company and tried to temper my desire for entering her. ”- “Fuck me after you fuck her but I want your cock in my mouth first.”- “Fuck me hard, like you fucked our lady the Priestess.”- “I have a sweet, tasty pussy, fuck me and you will see.”- “Please fuck me on my back with my tongue down your throat…..”I was in no position to refuse. Their voices in my brain were so sweet and enticing, their candour so endearing.Much later, although I could not see the violet tinted sun, I guessed that it's light must be fading. By this time I had satisfied all. ’ I answered. ‘Drive as fast as you want’ she said. ‘You will not be able to lose me’ she answered with a wicked smile on her lips and with that she got into her car. I got into mine and after starting it I had to adjust my erection because it was becoming painful in the position it was in. I did speed on the way home although not at a reckless pace. We had the fortune of not catching a single light and made record time there. I pulled into the driveway and she pulled up next to me and was out. So this all in all would be very much a trigger or control point in her life she thought. If the blackmailer knew her past, had proof of it and knew all about her work and how to reach her there they could ask a lot and know that the risk of outing her was unthinkable. Samantha’s heart was racing now with the thought of this and every inch of her body tingled, it didn’t take much for her to reach orgasm a third time tonight.After she calmed down she took herself to bed, but even though.