He, he... whatever you want, hon. Don't go away. I'll be right back with some fun for you. Twenty, please."Jill shoved a bill through the hole and hea...d a door slam shut. She fought to get control of her trembling hands. A little voice deep inside her seemed to say, run away, but the itch between her legs made a stronger impression.Jack lay awake in the hotel bed. His thoughts also returned to the night before. "Ten dollars for hand, twenty for blow," kept running through his mind. When would. He moved from side to side, and the heat filled her. Then he was moving in and out. She shifted under him until he was rubbing her G-spot on each stroke.The heat spread and built. She, who had feared more stimulation not long ago, now gloried in it. The heat built and every part of her became more sensitive. She felt the blood vessels on his shaft as it drew out through her labia. She felt the finger prints on his thumb as it rubbed across her nipple. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she. The kind that wouldn’t acknowledge your existence unless he heard the word,’ Sir” at the end of every sentence. His label was, The Assistant to the Assistant to the C0-Ceo, of Marketing. Yep, he was the ’brother-in-law’ to a big suit. Twenty-one, freshly married, and a recent graduate of some Ivy League business school.“Good Morning Mr. Hines.” We huddled at the back of the almost empty elevator. He got in and nodded, then quickly turned to face the closing doors only inches away from taking. This CD had me naked, tied to my picnic table out in the back yard with my husband whipping my ass, and than fucking the living shit out of me. Than it had me laying out naked by the pool sunning myself. It went on and on, it seem to have filmed me everytime I went out in the backyard, and there was times looking through the windows of my house and my husband fucking me. The filming was from a distance, but you could make out what was going on. I now was concerned, someone has been watching.