On the other hand, it was passing much too quickly, because I was scared to death. I finally realized that I had gone this far and could not back out now. I steeled myself and decided that I had the upper hand and would have to maintain my composure. When I got there I could not let her intimidate me. I was in charge. I left my house and walked the few yards to the Lowe's front door and rang the bell. True to her word to be prompt, I heard Mrs. Lowe rushing through the house to the door. She was somewhat slower in opening it though. I watched her eyes widen in surprize at seeing me and then dart past me to survey the street and driveway. "Dean! What do you want?" She spit the words at me. "I'm in the middle of something important, so I don't have time to see you." I knew she could not even fathom the idea that I might be her blackmailer. more ...
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She took him by the hand, as she walked up the stairs to the bedroom where he had fucked her before. There was nothing slow and easy this time. They both wanted hard sex. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooohhoooo, harder," she pleaded as her orgasm built in her. Together they exploded. Art talked Jenny into driving up to her camp in the mountains. By now, Art knew exactly what she drank. He had fixed her a milk glass full before they left.. He filled a flask for her to sip on during the twenty minute drive. Just before they had left, Art phoned Mark, while Jenny was taking a pee, to tell him that it was a "go." Once at the cabin, Art lit the fire, as Jenny sat sipping on yet another drink, this one two-thirds alcohol. more ...