I’m kind of obligated to keep you happy so you will keep my little secret. Would you like to have sex with me now?”I replied, “Yes, but I don’... know how.”Mrs. Johnson smiled and said, “You are not much older than my own boys and I taught them all that they needed to know.”I was amazed and said, “You let you own sons make love to you.”She smiled and said, “Yes I do. I like dirty things and letting my own sons fuck me is dirty. You blackmailing me into sex is dirty too. The only thing that could. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a slut. I grew up with my sister and knew the real her. She was a great person. Definitely not a tramp, whore, slut; take your pick. I'd heard them all. It was the money! She made a ton of dough. She certainly was a beautiful girl, absolutely centerfold material, and figured that using this asset would be a great way to pay for school. She worked way out of town so our parents wouldn't find out, we. I walked into the office building and was taken for a BuildingIdentification Card picture before they let me go on my way up to theoffice. I gave a smile, waive and a friendly hello to the receptionistas I walked in through the front door.We exchanged pleasantries before I walked past her and into the generaloffice area. I stared through the open floor plan that housed a numberof our lower ranking employees before I made my way to the centralassistant's bullpen.As I put my bag down on my. He piled three pillows on the coffee table and had me lie on top of it. As he knelt beside the table, his cock entered me at just about a straight horizontal, not a forty five degree angle like missionary. He was able to penetrate even deeper than he ever had before, and feeling his cock touching depths no cock had ever touched before, I trembled uncontrollably as I flowed and flowed and flowed all over him. I was crying tears of the purest joy now, as he drew back and thrust deep, emptying his.