Sarah felt a feeling low in her stomach and twisted in her seat; trying to discreetly grind against the leather, desperate for any sensation. They wen... over a slight bump and Mr. Wheeler put the car into park. They were in the driveway of her home. Sarah blushed slightly and looked down, suddenly ashamed for her thoughts. Mr. Wheeler twisted in his seat and, taking out his wallet, began thumbing through the bills inside. “Thank you again for coming over,” he began, “We really appreciate…”Sarah. She must be 5’4″ tall and has a lovely body, perfect boobs, good round butts – you must be knowing how genetical African ladies are when it comes to a good figure.Her body is just perfect in shape and size. She has long face, perky lips, and greyish eyes.So as I told you, I have been working since last 3 years. I was all clean for my first two contracts. What I mean with clean is I did not even kiss a girl. But this girl I met, changed things around. I was having a tough time finishing my. ” “Same here. Won’t you sit down?” “Thank you.” “So....” “Let me be direct. I want to get with you. What do you say?” “Well, aren’t you the silver tongued devil.” “Well, I don’t see any point in wasting time. We both know why we’re here.” “That’s true enough. So you wanna go?” “Fine by me.” With that, we got up and moved toward the door. He didn’t say a word as we left the club and went next door. The old lady greeted me with a pleasant smile and gave us the room key. As we went to the. My cock ached to have her.I picked up the dead man's ornate dueling pistol and handed it to his lush widow with a smile. She gawked at me, her lovely face tear stained. "If you need anything," I said to her, admiring her deep cleavage.It only took two days, and she was at my door in her widow's weeds, heavily veiled and, much to my pleasure, begging for help. "He won't let me stay, won't let me take anything, not even my jewelry."I led her to the library, sat her down and poured her some single.