Taboo phone sex specialist is how I describe myself when folks ask what I do for a living. I like to shock the stuck-up bitches at the country club. Most of the women there look at me like I am trash. My money is adult entertainment money. Some of the men have seen my porn from back in the day. I did a few nude magazine spreads too. The folks at the club knew my husband was a porn producer. Dirty money spends the same as old money. I earned my money; at least I can say I worked for my money. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I enjoy going to the country club and stirring up trouble. Over the weekend, I spent some time there. I wore the shortest tennis skirt known to man. I wore a white tank top with no bra. I wanted my nipples showing. I wanted the married men checking me out and getting stiffies in their pants. I flirted up a storm with every man that talked to me, which was just about every man in the club. I set my eyes on Tim, however. Tim is married to the biggest country club cunt. She has tried to get me kicked out several times. She has even caused problems for a few of my offspring at school. You don’t mess with my babies without consequences. I wasn’t sure if Tim would cheat on his wife. Flirt yes, but put his cock in me, I was not sure. One beer and he was mine. I blew his cock behind the tennis courts in full view of one of the cameras. I knew someone would see it and report to the cunt what we were doing. She showed up as Tim was blowing his load all over my face. She looked horrified. She made some threats I knew she couldn’t back up. “Your husband’s spunk taste amazing. You are very lucky,” I said with a smile as I walked away. One by one, I will fuck the hubby of every bitch in the club.