She was close to fifty or so and I knew her for a year or so. When we got to trading gifts, we had a fun time. I got a normal Christmas gift and then ... pair of cotton bikini briefs with snowmen on them. She asked me to model it for her and I did so, since it covered everything and fit to my form. One of my birthday gifts turned out to be a three pack of male G-strings. She asked if I wouldn't mind modeling them for her. I laughed, knew she was serious and went along with it. I stripped, went to. . . it's for your skin. It'll make it all soft and caressible. Have a nice soak!" And she was gone.Ron slowly lowered himself into the steaming water. It was hot! He wondered if she'd even run any cold in it at all. When he had finally made it all the way in the tub, he leaned back on a conveniently placed bath-pillow and just kind of lazed in the water and enjoyed himself. He was really getting into relaxing when she reappeared next to the tub holding a cup."Hiya hon," she said brightly,. I ordered one pint and chatted to old Bob in the corner of the bar, all the while my thoughts were on Emma. What was she doing now? What was I missing? Was she masturbating? I looked at my watch, it was only thirty minutes since I left home. I wanted to rush back, surprise her, catch her masturbating or watching porn. But what if she was already on the edge of the bed like I told her to be, what if she was waiting for me like I told her to. Like a good little girl.I looked at Bob, changed the. Cum ran down my chin as the fifth and final guy of the night emptied his sack full of seed into my open mouth. They watched as I posed for the camera, eating their jizz while my boyfriend gladly filmed it. I had been filmed by so many of the men who had been with me over the last few years, but I loved the idea of my face being seen on the net as I sucked and fucked so many different men. It was a turn on and I was a well-known, google search engine, slut. I had just turned 19, but I had.