I’ve been waiting for this to happen ever since you married my son and moved in with us.” He said.I tried to ignore what he said since I didn’t ...want to have myself believed we were really making love, because I was still the victim in this. But I couldn’t lie to myself about the great pleasure I was having from his cock.I concentrated on grinding on his hard dick and getting him to cum. He was squeezing on my breasts while I fucked him. My butt cheeks bashing on his balls with my every hump, it. (You k**s who don't think this was very radical, remember that this was way, way back then, long before the vibrator became standard equipment in every girl's and boy's nightstand.)That one night wasn't the end of it, of course. "Dancing with the bottle" -- really, me fucking myself with it -- became a special part of our lovemaking. Once a week, maybe. Then one day, sitting in the corner of his room, was a bottle of chianti. A very tall bottle of chianti. Ohboy, I can guess what this is for. I. 'Carl's newly-acquired empire, the Pearl Foundation, encompassed--while keeping very low visibility--the capitalizing and follow-on income streams not only from highly aggressive investments, but from such ventures as adult film studios and video sales; highly valued and professional escort services in several major cities; and several up-scale gentlemen's clubs in the western part of the U.S. The Foundation was also involved in some highly visible legitimate charitable work, such as. ”“Why should we need privacy?” I asked in Rachel’s direction.“Can’t think,” Rachel said with a grin. “I’ll bring some nightwear this time.”“Spoilsport!” I whined, and we laughed again. Being happy seemed to be growing on us.We all retired to dress and then met in the hallway. I gave Rachel a key to the flat, and told her the PIN for the door to the block, then with another chaste kiss, and a mutual smile between Rachel and myself, we went off to our respective jobs.It was fortunate that on that.