“Okay. I guess. I understand. So Whaddya yuh got?” I said. She began to lay out a lot of happenings that didn’t sound too good. Jenna was giving...rides to a lot of individuals, some too old for her to be hanging with, and who might best be described as undesirable. Also, she wasn’t being communicative when asked about them. Also, she’d been acting lethargic and distant on way too many occasions. Something wasn’t right. “Okay, but I don’t know what you want me to do. She’s only here once a month,. She was married, with a kid, ambitious but bored, hungry for varietyand excitement. She was liberated and liked women as much as men. Shewas wasted on her 'vanilla' loving husband.She knew about me. She understood completely. I could tell by theway she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could getaway with, that others would glance over and not register. Mydelicate watch that would remain hidden under my oh so straight shirtsleeves, my pure silk socks hiding stockings underneath,. But I don't have time to think about that as he starts to slowly grind his hips. Placing my feet on his knees, I start to bounce shoving his cock deep inside me. I don’t care how much it may hurt; I want my master’s cock. Taking his cue, he starts to lift his hips matching my pace. I can feel his control starting to slip, and it only spurs me. We both grunt and moan falling into the primal need to be consumed by one another. The beast beneath me pounds my ass with such fury. I scream demanding. After a while I noticed a teen boy that I had been briefly introduced to seemed to be hovering near me wherever I went. In the kitchen on the terrace or the living rooms, sure enough, he would be in my radius just looking. I had an admirer. He eventually spoke to me when I was standing with an empty glass, offering to get me another drink. After that, he seemed to follow me everywhere offering to get me another drink the moment my glass was empty. It was like having a personal assistant. He was.