His breath caught in his throat as the door opened on the computer screen. In walked Jo, a towel wrapped about her body, her wet dark hair hanging dow... past the nape of her neck. Dave grabbed his cock with his hand, stroking it as he watched, as Jo, with her back to the camera, dropped the towel to the floor, looking around the room. He stroked faster as he spied her tight little bum, willing her to turn around, knowing that she's facing away from the dresser in which she keeps her underwear,. She carried on with the washing and said “Ok, where?” and I said “In the attic”.She turned around and faced me “Ok” she said and walked towards the stairs, as she walked in front of me I rubbed her bum, when we reached the kitchen she smiled again and I was getting hard. Then we went up the stairs to the 1st floor and I put my hand under her skirt and felt her bum, when we were on the landing she turned to me and said “Ok”.As we started up the stairs to the attic my hand was under her skirt and. She was as real as he was. He was wondering if she was one of the ghosts that haunted his home. She didn’t appear to be scary. She was gorgeous, and Kevin wondered what she wanted.“Who are you? Why are you here?”“My name is Sara. I believe you paid for my company. I’m here to give you pleasure.”“This isn’t a brothel. This is my home. Why are you here?”“This is where I work. You’ve paid for my company. I’m going to lose my job if you don’t let me do what I do best. Now, please be a good boy and. “You cock sucking filthy piece of shit!” someone else shouted. Finally though, they had all blown their wads within a few minutes of each other. That had been delicious. Thick, hot, white spurts shot down her throat, and equally thick, hot spurts shot into her pussy, and her asshole. She looked a bleeding mess at the end of those nine, but they didn’t know that she was barely started.There were eleven more that had taken her in the ass, up her pussy, and in her mouth. Sometimes she contracted.