Her spit oozed down the corners of her mouth while she devoured my hard cock. She took my cock out of her mouth and stood up. “Let’s go to my room... I really want to fuck you. A nice young guy is just what the doctor ordered.” “You’re not sick.” “I mean; I really could use a young man to have some fun with. Come on Kevin. My pussy is so wet and needing your hard cock inside of me.” “Okay.” I got up and my stepmother held my hand while we walked up the stairs. She has the most amazing body and I. “But can I ask you something?”“Sure, I guess,” I said.“Are you saying that we’re friends again? I mean this is not just a matter of us burying the hatchet and calling things even, but actually friends again?” he said.“I think so,” I said. “What do you say, think, want?”“You know damn well what I want, big guy,” he said. He came at me, not to me, but at me and offered me his hand. I took it and shook it and I think I won the squeeze contest.“Okay then,” I said.“Okay then is right. Now, what time. But when he said that I could name my price and I said I'd consider it for $1000 each time one of them stuck their dick in her, and then he said, "Done." Well, I decided to accept the pervert's offer and face the music at home. My thoughts were dragged back to the present as I hear Carlota's familiar moans. The big boss' body was jerking and he was grunting and I knew he was filling my wife's pussy with his cum again. By my reckoning, these fuckers already owed us $20,000 and they were still. "Barb, I've found it! Now you need to tell the authorities. I'll stay here and guard the knife."Barbara ran out to the producer's office. She phoned her father. Within minutes several patrol cars were on the scene. Barbara led them to the supply room. She knew something was wrong from the start. The room was dark and quiet. She turned on the lights."Ken! Kenny where are you?"She heard a groan and ran to the area where she had left Ken. She found him in a pool of blood. She screamed and yelled.