By her late thirties the tombs had all but dried up, and the bills on croft manor had begun to pile up. She had managed to steady the ship for a while...by flaunting her body in men’s magazines, but they will only pay so much for a pair of less than perky middle aged tits, even if they were attached to a minor celebrity. Her fall into the underworld came quite naturally. Her last few tomb raids were quite brazen, borderline theft even, and the black market was the only place willing to buy her. She blushed and said "How do you masterbate? I blushed and responded "Ummm… well… ummm" "I know its a little weird to ask but I've been really frustrated and my friends make fun of me because I haven't done it yet." Then she sat next to me and cried. I nelt down next to her and grabbed her hand and said "Hey. It's ok! I'll show you if you keep smiling, ok?" She wiped her tears away and hugged me nearly knocking me on my back. She said "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll give you anything. On the train home, I wondered what could possibly be in these mystery pictures. “Probably nothing much,” I thought. “Probably just a couple of topless or nudie sunbathing shots”.The house I was sharing was empty when I got home. I made some tea, took it up to my room and lit a cigarette. I took the envelope from my bag, pulled the photos from it and began to look through them...The first was of Stella with some guy, who I later learned was the infamous Damien. Then there were three or four. "If you don't mind," came the reply.Immediately, Chloe wound down the window and asked the guys if they liked what they saw. In reply,the taller guy asked if we would go over to one of their lorries, they had a bed in the back. We lookedat each other and nodded.We were soon in a lorry, myself in the front and Chloe stretched out on the bed in the back. Both guysstripped off to reveal decent sized cocks. This had her in a frenzy and she reached out to stroke themboth. Soon, she was on her knees.