That changed when I was getting out of my car one Wednesday afternoon after work and a woman walked up to me extending her hand."I'm Ivy McReid, I've ...eard good things about you as a photographer." Oh, I do some but I'm hardly a professional. It's mostly just an interest of mine," I told her as I took in this nice mid-forties woman, about five-seven with quite a nice figure. She was honey blond, just down to her shoulders and had hazel eyes. She was rather pretty with nice skin and a winning. "If you're going to wear those heels in bed, do you mind using theother bedroom? I don't fancy being kicked in the middle of the night.I'm sorry my love. I love you."How could I refuse? I got up and ended up in the maid's room upstairs,not forgetting to set the alarm for eight so that their breakfastswould be ready to be served to them in bed by nine.In Shirley's kitchen I found a number of trays for serving meals inbed. They had four small legs so the meal could be placed in front. I moaned as I sucked his cock passionately."Such a sweet little cocksucker," Mitch said as he put his fingers through my hair. "Just nineteen years old and so hungry for cock."He was wrong. I was not hungry for cock - I was starving for Mitch's cock. His long, thick, throbbing cock. His married cock. A cock that belonged to a man old enough to be my father. I never felt this way about my boyfriend's cock. It was wrong. All of it was wrong for so many reasons. And I was so turned on. Again he was struck by her beauty and her deep velvet brown eyes. He was attracted to her and had been ever since he first saw her. He wanted to kiss her but he fought the urge for he didn’t want to seem too forward. They watched as the water shimmered and the sun disappeared leaving the amber moons to cast its light over the beach. ‘The Amber Moons are beautiful,’ He commented to her. ‘Yes. Yes, they are,’ she whispered softly, then, ‘Time for me to go.’ ‘So soon?’ he asked. ‘I’ll visit again.