Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

And then it hit him. To make things even sweeter, she inserted two fingers in his asshole and ground them around and around. Suddenly, as he was being primed from behind, he started pouring out his cum from the front, directly into her mouth and down her throat.

And Midge had her eyes open, looking up at him, smiling with her eyes as her throat worked on him. He continued pumping it into her as hard as he could so that she'd have no doubts as to how he wanted it done, and she kept up with him, swallowing and slurping, and loving every drop of it.

When he had spent his last, he curled around her. She cradled his head between the bulges of her massive tits. Soon he was sound asleep and gently snoring.

She reached between them and grasped his huge cock. Gently she fisted it and rolled it around in her hand. She rubbed the dripping head against the skin of her thigh and thrilled when she felt a final spurt of hot cum shoot against her leg.

Gently, so as not to wake him, she wriggled her body beneath him and let his full weight rest on her body.

Then she spread her legs wide, forcing the yielding lips of her cunt to do the same. Carefully and gently she stuffed his semihard cock up inside her pussy until his balls were against her ass and he was in her to the hilt.

Then she put her arms around his neck and relaxed, only now and then squeezing with the taut muscles inside her pussy to keep him hard and herself aroused.

She looked, around his head and over his shoulder at the ceiling and smiled, making plans with that far away, detached look coming into her eyes.

They would stay there for a while, and then maybe travel for a while when he started getting his inheritance, and then she would start the process of reuniting him and his parents.

It would take time, but she was in no hurry. She had a lot of time. She was young.

She sat at the desk, an amused smile on her face as she scanned the news story and then went back and read it with relish a second time in detail.

The bizarre death of Mrs. Lucille Beldon has shocked the entire Hollywood film colony. It is rumored, through usually reliable sources, that her death was brought about by accidental strangulation during an orgy held by a strange sex cult at the home of producer Norman Roffler. His wife, Verna Roffler, has been arraigned on charges of involuntary manslaughter.

"Mrs. Jessup."

"Yes, Marie?" She looked up into the maid's dull stare.

"The applicants are all here, Ma'am."

"Oh yes. Ah…" She leafed through the large stack of resumes on her desk. "Send in… this one first. Carol Bodine."

The maid left, and seconds later a tall redhead, about forty-five years old, with a full-busted, striking figure, entered the room.

"Miss Bodine?"

"Yes."

"I'm Margaret Jessup… please call me Midge. Sit down."

"I recognized you from your wedding pictures in the newspaper. Your husband is very handsome."

"Thank you. It took me three years to get him to say yes," she laughed. "But then everything comes to those who wait. Don't you think?' "I've always thought that," the woman said, suddenly feeling very warm with this girl who was at least half her age, but seemed so very sure of herself and mature.

"Your references are excellent. May I ask you a few questions?"

"Certainly."

"You're not married?"

"No, I never have been."

"Any plans to be in the immediate future, I mean?"

"None," the woman said with emphasis.

"Well," Midge said, "I need a person to act as… well, sort of a companion and secretary. This is a very large house to run."

"It's a beautiful home."

"My husband's parents gave it to us as a wedding present."

"You are a very lucky girl."

"Perhaps. In the future, the very near future, I plan on doing quite a bit of entertaining. Parties, that sort of thing. Sometimes running quite late into the night, with several couples."

"The hour has never bothered me," she said, shaking her red hair and smiling.

Midge stood and stretched, thrusting her huge tits tautly in the thin sweater. The woman's eyes went to them immediately and devoured them intently. At the same time her legs parted slightly. The girl leaned across the desk and smiled directly into the woman's eyes, a warm, deep glow coming into her own.

"Carol," she said, "I think you will do just fine."