Mrs. Albertson knelt on her hands and knees before me, wiggling that plump ass at me. If she liked the anal beads, I knew she'd love my cock reaming h...r bowels. I guided my dick soaked in her step-daughter's juices to her asshole.And thrust.“Ooh, yes, Becky!” the married MILF hissed as I buried into her asshole. Her bowels spread around my cock. “Oh, that feels so good in me, honey!”“I bet it does,” Janice said, snagging a thick dildo off the couch, the anal beads in her other hand. She gave me. He would authorize one “extra”, he’d said. Em ate her dinner in the little dining gazebo out by the pool and browsed the spa menu while she did so. A three-hour “resort massage” with either a masseuse or a masseur cost $300. You could select a therapist from a couple of pages of brief bios with photos. The spa said it particularly recommended a late afternoon or evening poolside massage with your selected therapist and emphasized that guests could discuss any special requirements directly. I hadn't realized it at the time, but Matt was the perfect teacher. He wasn't pushy, was attractive with a great cock, and helped me overcome my initial shame with some words of encouragement. Was this what he had led me to with his advice about Craigslist and fantasies? I wondered if he would be disappointed in how quickly I had moved into this world.Finally, Baldy (he had never told me his name, which I soon discovered was an unwritten rule in these anonymous encounters) stopped sucking me. " He begged, making Whitney's grin grow, bordering on Cheshire."Wow, you're really just a glutton for being made fun of huh? So much so that you even want to get off with my foot." Whitney snickered, continuing her motions as she slipped a hand into Zack's hair."Now, get going again. I didn't tell you to stop, and if you disobey me again... You're gonna be in a world of hurt." As a warning, Whitney pressed hard against Zack's cock with her foot, the threat obvious.With a small 'eep' Zack did as.