While Tim wasn’t prepared for this, it only got worse when Coach Jim answered the door. He had on a wife beater shirt that showed lots of muscles an... a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination of what was under them.Tim was sure that the beer in his hand wasn’t his first. That probably explained why the coach took a moment to recognize him.“Well hey, Shrimp. How’s it going? Now, I already told your dad on the phone I had to cut you from the team. Nothing personal. So, I’m sorry you. Shit I'm in trouble already, I..." Exactly, you're already fucked with daddy, so how about you get fucked for it?" She spread her fingers, giving me a teasing peek at her clit. "You get to eat me, then fuck me, then cum in my mouth." I...Oh, damn." I groaned when she slid two of her slender fingers inside her pussy and pumped them.Removing them, she shoved them under my nose. I inhaled deeply and sighed at the sweet scent of her pussy. She pushed her fingers against my lips and opening my. How long could we keep this game up, I wondered?Then Halloween arrived, a night for mischief and I was in a mischievious mood. I told Michael that he was to come to my bedroom in his robe. With so many families out trick or treating, the living room wouldn't be the best idea, so we should stay upstairs. Besides it would be the right place for his 'trick'. Before he arrived I had enough time to come home from work and don my costume. It was a simple choice really, an easy one to make. I had. He told me that he wasn't even offering sex, but that he was paying me the money just to go to a restaurant with him. A thousand just to meet him? Nonsense. But this man was persuasive and offered to video call me to make sure both that he was decent and that he could afford it. After thinking about it for a while, I agreed. On the phone with John, I realized that he had money. How? First of all, by looking at his apartment. The marble floor and fireplace, the antique columns, the gilded.