“No, I don’t.” This was apparently her cue to go to work.“Would you like to massage my hands, James?” This was less of a request, and more ...f a demand. I stopped playing with her hair long enough to massage both of her hands.When I was finished with her hands, she hopped on the bed with me. “In my bedroom, there is a bottle of baby oil on the vanity. Can you get it for me, please?” I walked into her bedroom, got the baby oil, and returned. She hadn’t moved a muscle. I put the oil on the. I was tired of living at my folk’s house, and like old fish, I was getting smelly.I found a place out in the country. It was an estate sale that included a recently built 4500 square foot, 6 bedrooms, 5-1/2 baths ranch on 160 acres with a barn and stables. The land was mostly meadows. All of the nearly new farm machinery and implements and all of the horses were included. It was reasonably priced as the original owners were killed in an accident, and the adult kids just wanted the estate. She started screaming and squirting at the same time. I drank and swallowed as fast as I could until she calmed down. I rolled her big ass over and pulled her up to a kneeling position. I slammed my cock into her causing her ass flesh to ripple like a lake on windy day. Each thrust bounced her ample ass making more ripples. My dick swelled with each thrust. I wanted to cum in her and on her. I grabbed two hands full of her ass and squeezed while I pumped hard and fast, her huge tits swinging. “Well, listen.” You’d never have known I was giving her my best efforts!She went on to explain that she would pay the salary of any actress he needed to replace me if he let me go, should the circumstances arise. On the other hand, she said, if he didn’t, well, she might have to think about her sponsorship. Blackmailers come in so many guises.Her orgasm was a bit muted because she was still on the call. I think the whole situation really got to her.As I walked home I called Hattie. “Tell Flick.