I was paying the phone bill. We get the house phone, internet, no cable, and our cell phones bundled. I was forced to get internet because Zophia requ...ired it for work. I would not budge over cable. We don’t watch that much TV, and the free channels, with 6 different English PBS stations and a local Polish channel are good enough. I was paying the phone bill and noticed that it was over $10 higher than normal. A week ago on the last day of the billing, there is a 40 minute call to Florida. It. All the times he had masturbated, knowing that his mother (Rev. Wilcox’s wife) was watching through the cracked door, he hoped that she would come into his room and mount him. Having patiently paid his dues it finally happened during spring break and had since become a regular thing.Knowing how much his mother enjoyed it he slid his hand between their bellies, felt the pelt on her pubic mound, found her lips then her clitoris. Having already grown to the size of an almond it felt huge against. I saw Geet stepping out looking all sad and depressed. She must have been crying, begging to let her be on the team. “Better luck next time,” I said while patting her shoulder.The moment I stepped in, I casually took off my clothes and got naked in front of him. He was shocked to see me. He insisted on making me put on the clothes and leave. But, this time, I was determined to force him to fuck me.Using the tricks he taught me, I started seducing him. While rubbing his crotch area, I made him. After a brief interview he had agreed to take my body as service. The rest was history. Now every year about this time, late June, he would call and ask me to meet him at a hotel and we would spend the next afternoon- or longer- locked in whatever room he had booked and have sex, any and all kinds. “Oh, I like him,” Shelly was saying, “he’s a sweet old man. Do you think he will tie you up this time?” The eagerness of my friend’s tone was commendable, she reminded me of a kid on Christmas.