“Jump up and scream at your cell phone like there’s somebody on the other line you’re angry at.”“Where?”“Anywhere.”“But, I mean, are there people around?”“Oh… yeah. Crowded coffee shop at 7:45a.m., and you’re in line, a long line.”“Eh… five bucks. Pay for the coffee.”Sylvia looked at her husband in disbelief. “Five dollars? No way.”George shrugged as he looked back at her. “Then how much?”“Oh, God. Fifty bucks. Sixty at least.”George laughed. “That’s because you’re afraid of confrontation.”Sylvia giggled. “There wouldn’t actually be anyone on the other line, silly.”George laughed again. “You’re even afraid of pretend confrontation.”*** As Sylvia opened her mouth and hot and slimy, sticky semen began splashing over her tongue, she thought back to how everything had started with that first stupid task. She also thought about how she was essentially getting twenty-four thousand and eight-hundred dollars or so less than she was supposed to be paid for this. Of course, she was making the personally reasonable assumption that using her mouth at the end qualified this as a blowjob rather than a hand job but a case could be made that she was just jerking the stranger off and adding a bonus at the end. If that was the case, she was only down about ninety-eight hundred bucks.Wait.The cum in her mouth should have added another twenty-grand. She was selling herself short by right around ninety-nine percent of her price list whether it was categorized as head or a tug job. It was hard not to laugh about that, so she moved her mouth another inch of so down the spurting shaft just to fill up a bit and keep from giggling. She heard George let out a kind of whimpering groan from a few yards away, and she felt a pretty significant burst of guilt. The guilt wasn’t enough to keep her from moving her lips up and down the top third of the porn star’s cock, though. It also wasn’t enough to keep her from swallowing everything down and then licking her lips, even though she hadn’t once in four years of marriage swallowed for George.