The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted to know how she would react, so the next day on my way home from work I stopped by the bar and h...ad a long talk with the bartender. For a hundred bucks and the promise of a hundred more he agreed to put Margie and her friends at a table up front and to set up my video camera so that it would tape them.It was three in the morning when the garage door opened up and brought me out of a sound sleep and I watched through half shut eyes and. I was seventeen and a senior in high school, I was cleaning out the garage on an early spring day when she pulled into her driveway, which runs directly next to mine. Stopping her car at the bottom of the driveway, she got out to get her mail. However, she didn't jump right back in the car, but instead stood next to the car door for a minute and shuffled though a large stack of mail. For some reason she looked really good, dare I say sexy, as she flipped her long blonde hair out of her eyes.. She had pretty much gone through the money she had earned making hard-core porn for her father as a teenager, but she had enough left from the summer job for her tuition and books and probably the rent until Christmas. It was going to be close.She was going to need some income, money to run on. And for food and beer and stuff. She figured that she could live on less than five dollars a day if she was really frugal and stayed away from Starbucks and gas stations. She was glad she neither smoked. Hands fumbled to unbutton, unbuckle and free both straining cocks. All I could think was to get at least one inside of me. The now loud music covering any noise we made in our hot little corner. Chase hooked my thigh over his and somehow scooted over under me, leaving me suddenly sitting in his lap, facing the crowded room. My husband laughed and nodded at his questioning look. Clearly he knew where this was heading. He even reached under the table and grabbed the bottom of my skirt and began.