I followed her into a beautiful room that seemed to resemble an old saloon. ‘This is beautiful,’ I said admiring, the plush and velvety red couche..., curtains and carpets. ‘Thank you,’ she said in a heavy, yet beautiful accent that I had never heard before. ‘I take great pride in my home.’ She offered me a seat on one of the love seat and sat in a high back chair across from me. ‘So you want to be the young lady that keeps my house clean, huh?’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ I responded solemnly. She remained. And petrol was three and six a gallon so it was expensive for her too.She looked out of the window at the bright spring sunlight, the leaves just showing on the trees, and her mind wandered back to when this all started.Jenny thought she was a very lucky girl. She had managed to get herself a job in the village at the local garage. She would be serving petrol and doing the accounts. Well, entering the invoices and takings in Stan's big book. Stan owned the garage in the middle of the village,. I gently pulled it down, adjusted it as best I could and made some very embarrassing gestures trying to secure the crotch.When I finally succeeded in closing them I looked down on my body, smoothing the material. The feeling was wild. I started to get hard. The feeling in my legs was more intense than I had felt before. But now the feeling continued up my stomach and chest. My hard on was embarrassingly obvious. Straining against the soft, stretchy cloth."I wasn't sure of your waist size so I. .
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