"He is serious Mike. We have no money to give him for the house andhe's threatened to evict us if we don't do what he wants!" sheanswered."What are we... going to do mom?" I cried."We're going to play along that's what," she answered coldly."I'm going to swallow my pride and so are you! We're going to pretendto give the sick fuck what he wants; and then we're going to turn thetables on him!" she went on."You're going to dress up for your uncle Wally and let him come intoyour room. You get him. I did not replied to his text. She messaged many times and then she called me. I attended the call .S- sorryMe- whyS- for hitting youMe- (silence)S- are you angry?Me- yesS- sorryMe- then why you allowed me to hug and kiss you.S- i am starved for it. My husband just fuck me, he doesn’t even play with me.Me- i love you so muchS- hmmMe- do u love me .S- yesMe- come out of your house to backyardShe says that her husband is sleeping and she is not able to come. I pleaded her many times and at last. And this is the punishment part.” She reached behind her and grabbed my balls, gripping them firmly as her fingertips grazed that sensitive area just behind my sack. That completed my topple over the edge, and as I began to jet into her she raised up until just the head of my cock was inside of her… and stopped! She remained still, her body poised with me barely in her when I most needed to be slamming fully into her, needed to drive my cock in to the hilt and feel her tight pussy gripping me,. There was no way she actually got propositioned by Mr. Pressman and accepted! I wanted to call her a stupid, silly bitch, but I had to be sure. “Is… Is it Mr. Pressman.”“WHAT!” she almost yelled.“Look I… Mr. Pressman gave me this.” Then I fished out the pamphlet I still had accidentally hung onto. It was crumpled but as Becky took it to look at it she still looked confused. “Mr. Pressman was suggesting a discreet process of getting ‘non-traditional’ government money to go to college.”The.