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Jenny and I-3

Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

toward home. Mrs. Thornton was thoroughly confused. This was first time any White person had ever dared to talk to her like that. She began to fume and shout, &#034YOU HONKY, YOU GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGIZE TO ME RIGHT AWAY!&#034 I gave her the one finger salute and walked away. I couldn't help grinning to myself when I was sure Mrs. Thornton couldn't see me. I felt that my revenge on Mrs. Thornton was complete, and there was nothing else I needed to do. I was nearly home when I heard a voice calling to me. &#034BILLY WESTON, ARE YOU TOO BUSY TO HELP ME WITH A PROBLEM THIS MORNING?&#034 I turned to see who was calling me, and it was Mrs. Jackson, currently my favorite customer. I walked over to where she was standing on her front porch. &#034Sure, I can help you, Mrs. Jackson. What do you need for me to do?&#034 &#034Come into the house, and I will show you.&#034 I followed her into the house, and Mrs. Jackson closed and locked the front door. What the hell was going on? Mrs. Jackson beckoned to me to follow her. She led me into her bedroom and turned to say, &#034Billy, I need help from you like you provided me the other day.&#034 I stared at Mrs. Jackson uncomprehendingly, but I suddenly understood what she meant when she opened her housecoat, and dropped it on the floor. Mrs. Jackson was completely naked now, and I had no doubts about what she wanted from me. I did some quick calculations in my head and said, &#034Okay, Mrs. Jackson. I understand what you want, but you ... must understand what I want. I am trying to earn enough money to buy a used car, so I have decided to become a professional gigolo. I feel that I must charge you $200 for my services. If that is agreeable, please give me the money and I will do everything I can for you.&#034 Ruth Jackson was somewhat taken aback by my blunt statements. Nevertheless, she felt she was in great need of my unique services. I was the only man who had ever seemed to care about making sure that she enjoyed sex, and she would do almost anything to keep me servicing her. She said, &#034Very well, Billy, but for that price I want something more than what you gave me the last time.&#034 &#034For $200, you can call the shots. Just tell me what you want me to do.&#034 &#034Okay, Billy. Strip off those clothes and take a quick shower.&#034 I was gone only a shade more than 10 minutes before I was back and standing naked waiting for her next order. While I was gone, Ruth Jackson had fetched $200 from her purse. She gave the money to me, and I stuffed it into the pocket of my shorts. &#034Billy, I want to start off with a round of cunnilingus. Do you know how to do that?&#034 &#034Oh, yes, I can do that, but can I make a suggestion?&#034 Ruth nodded, and I said, &#034You will enjoy it a whole lot better, and so will I, if you shave off your pussy hair first. How do you feel about that?&#034 &#034That sounds like a great idea to me, but you will have to do the actual shaving. My husband has an electric razor. ...