He pulled out before cumming in the ghost girl and she looked at him questioningly."What's wrong Harry?" Oh nothing, you were great, but I want to try... something new." What?" she said, her naturally suspicious nature aroused."Well, how about we explore your third hole?" My ass? I don't know, it sounds... painful."Harry dipped his finger in some of the bath oil leaking from one of the multiple faucets in the tub and slipped a finger into Myrtle's bunghole."Ow! Stop it, that's... wait, not so bad. I'm free!" Oh no you're not," I told her sternly, and snatched a yellow legal pad off the counter and tossed it to her. It contained my notes from the interview with the Indian lady yesterday. I quickly summarized the story for her. "It's yours," I told her. "You write it, I'll edit it. I'll show you how to sell it to a major, and we'll split the by-line and the fee." She acted as if I'd given her a pot of gold. She was immensely excited, and started asking dozens of questions, all of them. Jason’s cock started to soften until he finally pull himself out of my mouth. I swallowed and pulled away from the hole a few inches so I could peek through. Jason was starting to kneel down. He was going to look through the hole. The face I saw through the hole had a full beard. It was an unfamiliar face. Someone I had never seen before. It wasn’t Jason. “Damn, girl. That was one fucking amazing blowjob,” the man said. Cum was dripping from my mouth and down my chin as I looked. In much the same way as Sarah had refused to allow men to strip her as a final defence against total depravity.The redhead followed a familiar script. It appeared that the only difference apart from the was the top layer of clothing. The redhead began in a full length emerald green gown that looked like it came from the 19th Century. The gown itself did not last long. Nor more than a minute into the routine it was ripped open down the front, where it had been held in place a well hidden strip.