I had been dreaming about Janet and her husband again, which left me with a great feeling until I remembered where I was, I checked that the strangers...next to me hadn’t noticed my raging hard cock. To my relief they were asleep. I looked over towards Janet, who was also asleep. Being sat down made her dress seem tight around her chest, accentuating her large bosom. It also looked as if it had slipped down a little and I was sure I could see her areolas. Oh how I longed to just get a hold of. I rented a car, took a thumb drive of the video, of her coming into the room, willingly being a slut and whore and her getting off as I fucked her. I also printed some hard copies off and put this all in an envelope. I parked near her house and I saw her worthless husband leave for his do nothing job, her mother the old MILF depart for work and I went and rang the door bell. She asked who it was and I told her. She said, "go away asshole or I will call the cops!" I said, "very well, I will go. He wanted another look at the photographs to ensure he had the eclectic mix just right. Millington was a stickler for detail, and it was one reason why his parties were so popular.Typing in his password, Millington felt a thrill shoot through him when he thought about the “A list” footballer who’d applied. As if he would knock him back? Okay, the guy had been a bit of a pain, checking over and over about discretion and sending confidentiality agreements, but Millington was willing to overlook. I began pacing kisses all over her bald little beaver and enjoying my handy work as I realized when I didn't come in contact with anymore hair that I had done quite well. I worked my way in ward towards the prize in all of this and before even reaching her clit she was thrust in to multiple orgasms. One on top of another and another made it seem to me like they'd never stop. I was so soaked in her juices that I was sure I was going to drown. Luckily I didn't drown in her copious juices. Even.