When I got to the home the housekeeper let me in. I headed for the back room where the fireplace was. I sat my bag down and looked over the fireplace....At first I couldn't find the problem and then I heard a voice behind me."I would appreciate it if you would take off your boots before coming into my house."It was Ms. Williams. She might be a bitch, but I'd forgotten how hot she was. She is about 55 but with a body to kill for. She has shoulder length black hair and is just beautiful. Rumor was. “Is this what you want?” he demands.“Yes...” she hisses. “Give it to me.”A while ago Jessica had coaxed this side of him out. Casey was always one for being gentle when it came to sex, never wanting to venture into anything rough or dirty. He still only choses that route until she asks for it. His hands move to her hips and ass. He gently touches her ass cheek before giving it a firm slap.Jessica squeals with delight. “That’s it,” she says, inviting him to slap her again.He does, but this time. That would have been VERY embarrassing and would havetaken a LOT of talking. Talking I just didn't feel like havingto do right now, if EVER.I knew that Barb would be home after her shift at the store butthat wouldn't be for another three hours. That wouldn't workeither. Finally I remembered that, SOMETIMES, the basement doordidn't lock properly. Muttering prayers and imprecationssimultaneously I made my way to the basement door. I jiggled thelatch but it didn't open. DAMN! I gave it a good. " I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Well, I am a slut." "Yes, you're my little slut." My insides fluttered; no man had ever called me his slut. I quickly and eagerly knelt between his knees. I rested my hand on his leg for a moment, my eyes asking for permission. When he gave the go-ahead, I moved my hand closer and closer to his package. I nimbly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock sprang to life; I'd only seen it in pictures, but it was more impressive in the.