Ok, so, we were watching Meet the Fockers and it ended at 10:30. After the movie was over we sat there and talked for a while. ...hen, while I wasn’t paying attention a pornographic movie turned on. I was still talking to Lynn and she was staring at the television screen with the look of desire on her face. It took me a couple minutes to realize she wasn’t paying attention, and when I did, I was shocked.We sat there watching it for a wile; it was turning me on a lot,. I just let her do whatever she wanted to do with me. Her strong fingers were squeezing my nipples hard, making me whimper in pain and pleasure.After a while, she told me to take off my bottoms. I did as I was told and I handed them to her. She then reached down and started to rub my wet pussy. She almost got me to cum, but she stopped.“I want you to come to my house tomorrow.”“I can’t. I have plans for tomorrow.”“I don’t care if you have plans or not. Just be there at 11:00 AM and plan on. I hadn't noticed." Well, anyway. You still on for tonight?" Pool?" That's the one." No worries. I'll be there." We said our goodbyes and rang off. I ranback upstairs to the mirror. I was very critical of the reflection thistime and considered what I had originally thought. I passed it off asplain old paranoia. "Dipstick!" I said and went back into the bedroom to get dressed.I picked out a check shirt from the wardrobe and pulled it on. It seemeda little big, but I ignored that. I couldn't. Holly Sykes. She was a divorcée who lived in an apartment building near Gramercy Park in Manhattan. I was told that she had specifically asked for me each time.One sunny weekend in June, I went out to the garage and I found out that I again had Mrs. Sykes for an assignment. It was going to be for the entire afternoon, which seemed to be an anomaly because usually she only needed to do a few errands around Manhattan. She had never booked a car for more than two hours at a time. Also, it was a.