I slowly slid my cock in. It still felt really tight. As I slid all the way in I grabbed her legs and let them fall onto my shoulders. I slowly began ...o thrust in and out. Deeper and deeper. I was building up to a good rhythm, but starting to feel like I was going to cum. I felt a hand brush against my and noticed that she was playing with her cock some as I continued to fuck her ass. As I started to thrust harder she began jerking faster. After a minute I reached down and moved her hand,. “I am. I can. What can I do?”Fredrick, the deliciously evil son-of-a-bitch, knew he had me. Appearing despondent, he went back and forth with me about my willingness to do what was needed to set things right for another minute or two. At the end I was sitting up and adamantly saying, “I will make it right!”Finally, with nothing more than vague innuendo and a rousing emotional appeal, and no mention of sexual favors, Fredrick said, “Fine, then prove it.” Then he stood, unbuckled his belt, opened. It took me twenty minutes to drive across town to her office and I was sitting, waiting for the traffic light to change so I could make a left turn into the parking lot at Marsha's office building, when I noticed a black BMW sitting right in front of the door to her building.As soon as I saw the car I thought 'that looks like Leon's BMW, and at the very moment I saw Marsha come out of her building and get into the car. I could not believe what was happening. I was still stuck at the light as I. I think he started out pretty old...The woman Bernice -- the one with the addictions -- got pretty whiney as the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters emptied; I couldn't blame her, really -- the leftovers were there for a reason, if you know what I mean. There were damned few of them, but they were the dregs -- then again, she was no great shakes, either. I met the sister -- one Jolene Wells; they weren't a lot alike. Jolene oozed character, while Bernice was a vacuum where personality was.