His mother gave him the address and off he went.Margaret Gower opened the door. “Hello Billy, have you come to fix my cooker?”“Yes, well, I’ll...take a look at it, I’ve brought some spare catches, so if one of them fits, I should be able to repair it.”Once inside, she directed him to the kitchen. It was a Parkinson Cowen cooker, just like the one his mother had. It was a simple matter of undoing two screws on the top of the door and two on the bottom. Then the inner cover could be removed to. She would get out of the shower, lay down in bed and call me in and say, "Eat me!" Sometimes I would go for an hour or an hour and a half, just sucking and licking away. That made us late for Church more than once. Rim jobs. She liked those too. I never tried anal, I did do the Double Penetration with my index finger when we were doggy style, that was more for me than her as the first few times I did that, she did a loud ouch, but got used to that feeling and she would just breath a little. He really knew what he was doing and in no time I was quivering and moaning as a long awaited orgasm flowed through my entire body. I nearly passed out it felt so good.When I recovered he was just sticking his huge dick in my shaved little pussy. He first teased by rubbing up and down but then in one giant push he was completely inside me. It was more filled then I had ever been in my entire life. He stayed in my pussy like that for a few secants before pulling almost completely out and shoving. Gary had gone. Amazingly my stockings were intact, and I slipped back into the dress, watching the guy pull up his track suit bottoms. Picking up my knickers I put them in handbag. I could feel his stuff leaking from me and running down my inner thighs as I turned to walk away. 'That guy who was watching, the one you gobbled in the street, is he your pimp or something?' my first ever punter asked.'Sort of,' I answered, not to sure where this was leading. 'Well if you want to do some business.