Blondie became even more gentle as he got closer to climax. Slower and slower, long strokes pushing harder and as deep as he could. I pushed back, try...ng to help him. His moans became louder and I could feel him harden just before he gasped and spewed into me. Beautiful warm semen, looking back I'm surprised that I didn't cum with him, but I think it was because I was anticipating the grand finale with Frank.Unlike the bald guy, Blondie wasn't finished when he pulled his soft cock out of me. He. I went on begging for him to find it in his heart to let me pay it back. Now how the fuck I was going to do that was beyond me cause that day I think there was maybe a hundred bucks in the bank and the rest went to the medical bills which, I was still behind on. Now my boss is a tall well built man and not bad looking for maybe in his early 60s. He got up from his desk and walked up in front of me. Looking down he said "What are your measurements?" I was dumbfounded by the question. He bent. “This, Meghan, is a standard Fair Game contract. I want you to read through it very carefully. If it’s not for you, then so be it. If it is…”I sighed. “It needs a bit of work.”“Don’t stop!”“Just a tease, you said. Besides, don’t you have to go?” I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her to sit, practically motionless on my sofa forever, or at least until I’d finished the story.“I want to know what happens next.”“Then you’ll have to come back.”“All right,” Meghan grumbled, unfolding her legs and. I could feel his heat and the hard muscles of his leg, and I could smell his cologne and a rich, healthy masculine scent, a combination of leather and oak, musk and salt air. His sudden nearness startled me and I tensed at his touch, gasping a small, alarmed, “Oh!” His lips near my ear, mint on his breath, he said, “Relax! You’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hand moved to the back of my neck and then to my shoulder, massaging. “Relax, I said! You’re very tense; I’m not.