#Twenty-five whores in the room next doorTwenty-five whores and I want more ...#The music became her universe. She drifted a while, and then felt the ...old hard sharp steel of the razor's edge against her cheek dragging her back to reality. The breath exploded from her system, her skin shrivelled across her body exposing goosebumps. Her hands and feet clenched, driving fingernails into her palms. Her nipples ached with fear, and her ass and cunt tightened so much that Megan felt that she could. Then we began to discuss our sex lives, I was seeing a girl that was an on again, off again friends with benefits type deal. She discussed her broken marriage and voiced her total unhappiness with the lack of a sex life. Even though she was a woman in her mid to upper 50’s, she wasn’t dead and longed to have somewhat of a resemblance of a man who could please her.While we were talking, I got up with my glass of wine and made my way over to the end of the bed where she was laying on her. When three weeks had passed without a cock in her mouth, Miss Jones knew things had to proceed. So she started making hints about what she would wear if she met him. What she liked doing on first dates.Her sexting partner recognised the symptoms and knew he was onto a winner. By stringing this out a few days, even a couple of weeks, Miss Jones would be desperate and a sure fire lay. He would play it cool, build plenty of tension on the day and then enjoy the explosive releases Miss Jones would. The man scrambled off the bed at the first knock. "Vanda, love," he said, kissing the raincoat-clad woman full on the lips as she stepped into the room. She tossed off her coat, revealing a black leather corset, garter belt with matching stockings, and impossibly high heels."Do you got the music?" she asked, her accented voice omitting some of the words.He clicked on a portable CD player; nothing was more sexy than the tango. He got comfortable on the bed, opening his trousers and taking out.