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Would I ever know who he was? For that matter, how did I even know it was a man? The one thing I learned from the internet was that women were just as horny as men. I got up, closing my robe, and walked over to the window and peered outside. Could it really be one of the neighbors? The next time I stopped to talk to them, would that be the person I had shown my tits and pussy to?<\/p>\n

Or maybe it was someone from the kid\u2019s school? Wouldn\u2019t that make the next parent \/ teacher conference a bit more exciting? The potential list was mind boggling. I went back to the chair and sat down. My pussy ached, and I was determined to get myself off. I was ready to start looking at more photos when I noted the email icon was lit again. Probably wants to thank me again for bringing a smile to his face, I thought. Hell, he probably wants to thank me for getting him off.<\/p>\n

I opened the email and read it. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you and I get together later? I wouldn\u2019t mind getting to know that hot little pussy of yours better.\u201d I let out a gasp. For a moment, it felt as if my heart had stopped beating and then all of a sudden it began racing furiously in my chest. What the fuck was this? Get together later? This wasn\u2019t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a \u2018thank you very much for the jerk-off material, Lisa,\u2019 email.<\/p>\n

I quickly wrote back. \u201cWhile I am sure that you think that is a good idea, I really must decline. Sorry.\u201d I hit send and waited. My anxiety level was through the roof. I downed the rest of the drink and went to get another one. When I returned, the icon was lit up again, and I opened it with growing trepidation. \u201cI really must insist, Lisa. Imagine what your husband would think if I emailed him these photos. If I were you, I wouldn\u2019t risk it.<\/p>\n

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Blackmail: W ho\u2019s The Boss? Copyright \u00a9 2014 by Ann Johns All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission. This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, businesses, products, establishments, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Cover Design Copyright \u00a9 2014 by Ann Johns Cover Photo Copyright \u00a9 2013 by ijzendoorn, Canstock Photo. Used with permission. Second e-Book Edition: July 2022 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE My problem began because of one simple reason: I love porn. Whether it’s movies, books, internet, or you name it, I\u2019m probably into it.<\/p>\n

I guess if I had stopped at choices one or two, we wouldn\u2019t be having this conversation right now, but I could never seem to leave well enough alone. Some women love shopping, others love chocolate, I love sex. I\u2019ve always been a very visual person, and, let\u2019s face it, the internet is like an all you can eat buffet of porn. It all started when I was thirteen. I had my first sexual experience with myself and I never looked back.<\/p>\n

I also learned the advantages of having older brothers who kept a stash of porn magazines under their beds. To this day, I wonder if they ever figured out why they all kept going missing. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn\u2019t be much of a problem, but I didn\u2019t say I was normal.<\/p>\n

The reality was that I was a sexually frustrated thirty-nine-year-old married mother of two teenagers. I\u2019m Lisa Cooper and welcome to my world. I spend most of my days doing the usual Susie Homemaker stuff. My kids have a very active social life, which keeps them away from the house, and my husband is a workaholic.<\/p>\n

When he\u2019s not at work, he\u2019s working at home. I wouldn\u2019t describe our sex life as bad; it\u2019s just sort of pretty mundane. If and when the mood strikes him, I lay down, and he gets on top of me and then he gets off. Sometimes he even gives me a pat on the ass and a kiss. So I am often left to my own devices, namely the battery- operated devices I keep in my nightstand. So, when my hubby and kids leave in the morning, mommy and her little helper get busy.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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