Had it really taken him several years to punish me for not taking the job vacancy card to the newsagent's shop? One thing was for certain he got his s...xpence worth out of me? The years seemed to pass with alarming speed.Mr. Simon had left the shop to set up another one but selling more popular and modern books. The other owner was away because of his wife's illness.Dear Mr. Thomas was in his seventies now but he was at the shop most days. We had always been close I looked upon him as a father. “Where’s your phone, babe?”“Why?”“Call your hubby and talk to him while you fuck me.”“No!”“Do it, babe. It’ll be fun. I’ll bet it’ll get you off,” he insists.She dials and I pick up, all cheery and unsuspecting: “Hey, sweetie! How’s it going?”“Hi, babe!” She straddles Jeff’s lap, easing his enormous cockhead into her glistening little pussy. She sinks down on his manhood, engulfing the giant head with a grunt. She tries to play it off on the phone with me. “Oh my god! Uh, what are you up to,. He was thrilled, he always bugged me to hang around with him and now he was getting what he wanted. He ecstatically started showing me his various card games, toys and other various items. He kept his card games in his sock and underwear drawer and that is when it all started. As he rummaged around for his things I started wondering what Danny would look like if he was only wearing his underwear. As I caught myself thinking that I felt disgusted. But I couldn't help but think that I'd never. . and my Kawasaki. And I have rental income from the house. Some Senegalese fellow who wanted to have a place to stay for a while and could really afford to pay me. He just got married, too, and brought his new American wife into it, adding some income to help pay the bills.“I’m not sure what he does for a living, frankly don’t care, as long as it’s legal and/or doesn’t get my house seized by the IRS or the DEA,” I informed my Danish girlfriend ... or was that mistress now?“And now, no more.