She had the features most guys’ dream of in any woman. She had the long, waist length black hair, dark bedroom eyes that just sucked the life from y...u, and a figure that was, needless to say, the stuff of many a wet-dream! At least in my youth they had been. Roz and me were about the same age, our mid-forties, and to be honest, neither of us looked it. She looked no different than I remembered her in our youth. With the exception of filling out to an even better figure, and maybe a few streaks. How did he feel spending Christmas Day watching his wife blowing another man ? Above the camera, his forehead glistened with sweat and his hand shook occasionally, making the filming more real. He was naked except for the brand new steel chastity tube round his dick. My Christmas present to him ! I looked back down at his missus.She was not really my taste but I couldn’t deny she was pretty, in a bottled blonde, overly made-up kind of way. I’ve found out that there’s a certain type of woman who. I had a loose-leaf notebook in front of me with the names of all the women interviewing today. There were five lines forming nearby - one in front of each interview table.Dad came by, and I introduced him to Lydia and Tommie. He stood behind us as the first young woman took a seat across from us. I had a list of questions I’m to ask each applicant, and as I went down the list, I would make a note of their answers. At the end of the short interview, I held out a card with the woman’s name,. Then we added those photos to my profile. I could hardly wait to talk to Frank again that night.After dinner I did my homework and then logged onto the site. I had dozens of messages from men who just loved my new pictures. All of them were telling me how much they wanted to suck my pussy and tits and fuck me. Then around 9:30 p.m. I noticed that Frank had logged in. I opened a chat window saying, “Hi, Frank. You might want to look at my new photos. Maybe you’ll want to post some new photos of.