"Johanna frowned in consternation. "But he'll think--"The Old Mother gave Johanna a sharp look. "Am I your mistress or not?"Johanna had the good grace...to be properly ashamed. "Forgive me, Mistress. I forgot my place. Of course, I will do as you command."The old lady took Johanna's face in her hands. "That's my good girl. Trust me on this. Nothing stirs a man to action quite like jealousy."Johanna smiled, understanding at last the old woman's strategy.The huge doors opened, and Johanna stepped. “Really, does it bother you that I am married? It is so forbidden. I am supposed to be true to my husband and I am being so naughty letting you have your way with me.”“Obviously it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on to know that my cock is inside a woman who belongs to another.”As my cock came back to life and I began to feed it into her married pussy, Mallory said, “This is so exciting, so forbidden, so naughty. Fill me up, shove it in as deep as you can, this feels so. I turned and walked to him with the drink in my hand. He said, “That is your drink.”I laughed and said, “How can it be my drink when I am going to put on a show for you. I can drink or perform, but not at the same time.”He thought for a second and muttered, “Show first, and then drink.”I gave him his drink and he swallowed half of it with his first gulp. He reached for my breast again and laughed when I jumped back. He leered at me and said, “Strip slut. I want to see you naked. Undress. "Vera eyed me, critically curious. "How old are you, Victor?" I'll be twenty on my next birthday," I lied. My brother was going to be twenty six months from now, two months after I turned nineteen. Yeah, we were close in age."How old do you think I am?" she asked. I noticed how her eyes were glistening, like she was having as much fun with this as I was having."Thirty-nine?" I asked, knowing she had to be older. Caroline was twenty-three."You're close," she said, so convincingly that I decided.