Usually it was Mr. C, or sometimes Mr. Carpenter. Then Kim gave me one of her thousand mega-watt smiles and added, ‘Anything you say . . . or want ..... . John, ANYTHING you want. I trust you completely,’ before lying face down on the couch again. At that particular moment I don’t think there was anything . . . ANYTHING . . . I wanted more than to ditch my shorts and start making love to this beautiful young woman. She had already told me that I could do anything to her. The fact of the matter. I was amazed at how tight she felt as I slowly began fucking her. This was great! Thrusting myself in and out of her, over and over again. We fucked for awhile and then I pulled out of her.I then sat on her couch and removed my boots, socks and pants. She offered me a whiskey and water. I lit a cigarette and as I sipped on my drink, she got down on her knees in front of me and began kissing my still hard cock. "Oh yes," I thought. "Suck me grandma."As though she could hear my thoughts, she. It was working. Along with PC muscle control and edging they had me shooting massive loads, and they seemed to like the taste as well. We all got naked as soon as we got into the room. Kim was really horny and basically wanted to fuck right off the bat, I sat in the chair and she mounted me. Hilary knelled between our legs and started using he tongue on both of us. Kim had her back to me and I was massaging her wonderful D sized titties while Hilary took turns licking her clit and sucking on my. It was your standard Hallmark red envelope but on it in familiar writing was her name."What the fuck could this be?" she wondered. Irrational thoughts quickly kicked in. She thought about poison pen letters and remembered the big jolly Christmas mall Santa who she had sucked off in an alley just a few days ago. Someone must have seen her, and she was now being blackmailed."Probably just my guilt," she thought quietly to herself, but she couldn't help herself. For whatever reason, since her teen.