I jogged into the House of Cards. Mrs. Ellen Card was at her usual place behind the counter. If her daughter, Jenny, was cute, then Ellen was beautifu...l. She was one of those women who refused to age. She was about five and a half feet tall with short, dark hair. The House of Cards work shirt that she wore was tailored to fit her tiny waist and bulging breasts. She could talk on the phone, enter orders into the computer and make change for customers all day long, and she would still look better. We were kissing and touching and stroking everywhere. We got ourselves into a 69 with you on top. I just concentrated on licking and sucking your clit. I wanted you to cum, I wanted you to feel loved by a real man. I could feel you taking my erection into your mouth and start bobbing up and down. Your tongue felt glorious on my shaft. I ran my hands from your ass cheeks, down your back and to your shoulders. Soon we were both coming, I was tasting your sweet juices as you swallowed my cum.We. She’d gotten so used to seeing Jack in his masks that it no longer startled her, although she had a growing curiosity to know his face. He was so kind to her and obviously interested in her well being, not to mention the compliments he paid her on her appearance, her writing, her wit. She was convinced now that Steve had nothing to do with her confinement, but was still stymied as to why Jack had chosen her unless he was truly a mentally disturbed stalker. He just did not seem at all psychotic,. ”“We are still very close though,” I quickly said.“And, I do relieve him from time to time,” Christy smiled.“And you only have sex with this black guy?” Sandy asked.“Yes, that’s right, Chris owns me.”We continued chatting, mainly about our private life for another hour before Christy got a text from Chris.“He will be here in five minutes!” Christy said in an excited voice.Her excitement was difficult to hide.“You will love him,” Christy smiled, “Christy stood at the front door and waited for.