Carved into a massive pumpkin, glowed the outline of a half-naked woman; a portrait of Miss Candy, the mistress of the house. The jack-o’-latern glowed as I rang the doorbell under the “Adults Only” sign. She answered with silk and lace, cleavage and hips exposed. “Trick or Treat?” My voice trembled. As she gazed up into my eyes, Miss Candy unzipped my pants, seized my hard cock, and paused. “Treat?” She purred, waiting....