It didn’t take long for the author to get from where a young boy was going door-to-door offering his grass cutting services to where a buxom older w...man offered him a ‘special payment’ in lieu of cash for his services, and as the author described the beautiful woman kneeling in front of the boy, holding his erect penis in her hand, my hand slipped between my legs.I couldn’t believe how wet my virgin pussy was as I tickled my nerve filled joy buzzer. My insides trembled as I read about the boy. And likewise, you can just call me Liz," he noticed now that she spoke with just a hint of an accent, either british or australian maybe, he had never been good at identifying accents. It only served to make her mouth even more attractive, he thought.He agreed and they sat down across from each other, exchanging a bit of small talk before she got right into the business. She was very thorough, handing him folders of information as she went over all the details he needed to know about the daily. ”“Did she still give you a blow job?”“No, she made me kiss her pussy.”“I like that.”“I did too.”“I'll bet you did.”“She's also excited about tomorrow night's party. She wants to watch Matt fuck you.”“Is Ruth turning into a voyeur?”“I asked her that same question. She told me she was a dirty minded slut who loved sex in all of its varied flavors.”Giggling, Jeanne said, “I love that. And Michael?”“Yes, Jeanne.”“I'm pretty excited about Matt fucking me too. He's a very handsome man.”“I'm eager to. You want that contract?”“Sure.”“Let me have a go at that lock and it’s yours.”“What if you can’t pick it?”“I’ll sign anyway and we’ll add a few percent if your husband is on the phone when I get the lock open.”“I don’t know when he’s going to call.”“So we’re both gamblers. Are we on?”“Sure thing.”Carol didn’t know that I had the room bugged. She didn’t know I could pick up the cue and phone at exactly the right moment to get her extra percentage. I felt somewhat smug because I was one step.