At this stage in my development, I believed that there was no such thing as a bad fuck. This fuck did not compare in pleasure to those that Jenny and ... had, but there was no question that I was enjoying it. Mrs. Jackson continued to pant and moan as I continued to stroke. Finally, I felt her begin to tighten up in preparation for an orgasm. This was enough to bring me along, and we came together. I was startled when Mrs. Jackson screamed in pleasure. Oh, well, there was no one to hear us, so it. One gentleman called Tom (not his real name) from Chorley did stand out though, he was then in his late fifties, married to a school teacher and wrote how he was an amateur photographer and would like to photograph me, yeh right of course he did, both Richard and I knew what he wanted to do all right lol.We arranged to meet at his home one day while his wife was at work, we arrived and chatted for a while, it was obvious everyone was a little nervous but Tom led us to room that had a velour. Take everybody I just mentioned and double or triple them. The assistants have assistants.”“Jesus! You’ve seen this?”I nodded again. “Several times. We’ve stayed in touch over the years. She’s a really nice person, once you get through all the people. She did a concert in Atlanta once and invited us. You go backstage and it’s just one assistant or hanger-on after another. Another time she was doing a cop movie in Georgia and hired me as a police consultant. It was the same. Even when she. She quickly complied, although I could tell that she was still going to need some time becoming accustomed to being the one receiving the commands instead of giving them.Laying back, I savoured the feel of Mimi's mouth on my cock. She was an accomplished fellatrix and I had to push her head back to keep from cumming in her mouth. I stood and pulled my shorts up. As I walked over to the door of our playroom, Mimi followed, crawling on her hands and knees.We entered the room and I began putting.