And I know that if I take your panties off they're going to be soaking wet."He sat up and reached under a corner of the rug and revealed a tiny key. H...e scooted back and lifted my legs, uncuffing my ankles and sliding the cuffs away, kissing and massaging where the harsh metal damaged my skin, making me moan softly. He smiled at the sound and continued up my leg, holding my gaze as he made his way towards my pussy. He smoothed his hands up my thighs and gripped my hips, holding me in place as he. Nothing odd about the food but Carol kept looking at me as if I was a stranger. We ate, I cleared up, we made coffee and settled in the living room. The pictures were still all over the walls. I was waiting for her to ask me to take them down but she didn't."You went to a lot of trouble," she said, glancing around the room for the fiftieth time. "How come you didn't just change the locks and boot me out. I thought that was how these things are supposed to go down." I thought seriously about. "So you tape their secret and then blackmail..." Oh, let's don't use such a harsh word. I simply provide them the service of making sure the secret remains that way and they provide a service for me." Giving your friends what they want." Friends and others who are willing to pay to get some fresh college pussy." You mean you..." A hundred a throw. If we were in a major city I could probably get a lot more, but this is a small college town and besides, I'm not greedy. I get the most enjoyment. We enjoy dancing around our obvious sexual tension, with innuendo and subtle (and not so subtle) flirtations. "Don't mind if I do," he drawls. I laugh lightly. "And how are you, this fine evening?" He is now full-on checking out my tits. I can't help but let my thoughts stray to the little show I put on for his son about a twenty minutes ago. Like father, like son. "I'm just peachy keen, Jelly Bean." I reply tartly, checking him out as boldly as he did, me. His smile is slow and masculine. I.