I made my way to it and, when I did, heard sounds of groaning and whispers. I continued to approach the room and then entered. What I found was Mr. E...tington laying upright on a large velvet red bed. He was surrounded by beautiful, naked women which were laying with him, seemingly in a trance. They offered themselves to him and were very sensual in their mannerisms. Mr. Ettington seemed to be kissing a young woman's neck, until I saw drips of red roll down her neck, making its way between her. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money immediately into another account. I didn’t want my mother to know where I kept my money.“So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?” she said scornfully.I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her. They chatted for a bit as K. drove down the whole length of Boris Avenue once more.After the usual pleasantries he asked what she would/could do and how much it all cost. To his surprise she did almost everything. She insisted on a condom for any penetration (which included anal), kissing was allowed, as were blowjobs, facials and he could go down on her too if he wanted to. The whole thing worked out at £100, with no real time limit. Much cheaper if he did not want those few “extras” he asked. Like you never even dreamed of..."In the kitchen of their under-built, rented home in what might be termed as a semi-exclusive neighborhood, Beth Durke moved about performing her housekeeping duties, essential tasks that fell to her before she could position herself in front of the typewriter. She sang the words of a popular release in a clear, throaty voice, sang them softly as if to herself, with sultry green eyes aglow and the traces of a secret smile sensually playing over her stunningly.