It worked for both of them and by the end of the week she was treating him to longer "accidental" looks inside her partially unbuttoned shirts at her ...ushed-up cleavage while they talked and I settled into a chair to read the latest news. She had never before indicated a particular preference for young men but something about this shy, introverted teen had spawned in her a strategy to make his self-esteem her project - and maybe prove to herself that her 50-year-old body still could compete at. Hood notices me watching and pulls his cock out as to show me. It glistens from his spit . It is a marvelous sight. Mr. Hood thrusts his cock over my cock a few times before putting it back into my ass. He starts thrusting. After a few minutes Mr. Hood parts my legs and leans inward far enough for his chest to touch mine. It is a sweaty and warm chest. Every time he breaths I can feel his chest raise and lower. Sometimes his upper body moves as he thrusts his cock in my ass. As his chest. The back door was open, so I looked around, then hurriedly got in. As soon as I did so, I took off my outer layers of street clothes, donned the wig, and called out to Brad.He quickly appeared, and closed the door. There was not much room, but I was able to sit on top of some boxes while Brad wordlessly undressed.He unceremoniously shoved his thick cock into my mouth. While this is always fun for me, I felt like a cheap whore turning a trick; he could have said something nice. Anyway, I could. Ettie remarked on my first visit, "You don't need water wings, Carol, you've got them built in," referring of course to my breasts. We played like children; somehow it released the tension and restrictions of slavery for a short while. Before dinner Sapphire came and took my sash away. I was a lowly slave again.After dinner while we drank iced apple tea, Willy came to me again and handed me the paper I half expected. 'Carol to Mr. Wilson, room N 24'. He also went to Jim. Jim read it and stood.