“Sure,” he said quickly. “You want me to throw them in the dryer? It won’t take near as long.” I rung them out and then flicked them and hes...itatingly held them up. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Thongs don’t take very long in the dryer.” I said laughing. He held his hand out to take them from me but I flicked them into the clutches of my hand. “Lead the way, Mister.” I said in a naïve narrative. I followed him through the hallway and then to a door and he opened it, giving me the signal to enter. Surely he is looking for a younger male masseuse.To be honest I had never given another person a massage. I have received them before, so I figured I could fake it. I also had a suspicion he wanted more than a massage. He e-mailed me directions to his place and I headed in that direction. My heart was pounding in my chest as I drove there. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into.After a 20 minute drive and a couple of e-mails exchanged I finally, in totally darkness, found the driveway. Jordan looked down at his cock buried in Ariel's mouth, groaning loudly, "fuck yes, and here I thought you were just a bitch, now you're our fucking slut."Ariel couldn't believe what her stepson had just said, never hearing him say something like that to her or anyone before. She knew he didn't like her much, but he had never spoken that way to her before. She moaned as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, sucking on it hard."Yes, that's it, suck my cock, while Dustin fucks your slutty, gold. . The Hall?"Margaret nodded, took a deep breath and gathered herself."I stopped for a few months after we began ... to fall in love, it seemed to wrong to whore when I loved you so much, but I couldn't find any work that paid so well, those committees take a lot of time for very little reward. The bills kept on coming in and I ... I had to give in. When I ... beat you up ... that time it was partly because ... I was angry with you ... for driving me back on the game, so wrong, I'm so stupid;.