”I said, “You forgot, a man’s job is to take care of his woman”. She looked at me real weird and said “Oh, so I’m your woman now?” and ...ut her arms around my neck. I carried her up the walkway and then up the stairs of her porch then let her down at her front door and while she opened the door I returned to the truck for the groceries.I was chilled to the bone by the time I got to her kitchen with the bags and heard her talking to someone on the phone saying “not to worry s*s Johnson, William. She did it slowly, maybe she knew that I would had cum, if she had sucked faster. She’s an experienced woman, she knows how to do it ;) Then the door rang and Helene went to the door to open it. My nervousity increased. Then Karl appeared. He was friendly, but he seemed to be a little bit shy. He was 57 years old, as I found out later. Karl was a very short person with grey hair. He was a little bit stocky, but not “fat”. And he was a little bit feminine. But he was not a “fag” or something. It started after I got into the class. That bastard! I’ll get him for that.” She grinned and then seemed to focus back on Jared. “Is it time?”“Maybe. It’s your choice. I have a transporter right here,” he said, tapping the attaché case sitting beside his foot. “However I, or more accurately we, have an offer for you. A two-for-one sale, with bonus offers.” Jared pulled out a card reader. “Give me your card, please.”Instead of searching for her purse, as she would have two years ago, she opened. ’ ‘I’m too much of a whore even for you?’ she said, with the most miserable and dejected tone of voice he’d ever heard. She was about to start crying again but just swallowed the rejection and let it join the stack of misery within her. She slipped into the old fashioned ceramic tub, the kind you see on Pinterest. The warm water, with a scent of roses or lilac or something, was heaven, until the water touched her ass. ‘Ouch,’ she said, ‘Did you have to hit me so hard?’ ‘Just slide in slowly,’.