I pulled my jeans and boxers down to mid thigh level so she could see my whole package and then slowly started to wank my cock. She simply stood and w...tched as I pulled my foreskin right back and forth, before finally holding it back and letting her look at the big purple head, oozing pre-cum at her. "Do you want to feel it" I asked her.She moved forward and reached for it with her right hand. Her hand was soft and warm and she gently worked my foreskin back and forth, all the time chatting. I looked around slowly, trying to pinpoint the source of my uneasiness. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I continued on, but still couldn’t shake the eerie feeling. I stepped up the pace a little. I smiled at Benny, the guard working the evening shift in the lobby, as I headed back into the building. ‘Evenin’ Miss Gracie.’ He nodded his head, returning my grin. ‘Good evening Benny.’ He noted the two cups I was carrying. ‘You and Mr. Grant workin’ late again?’ I grinned. ‘How’d you guess. I sat back in my seat and redirected my attention to the dance floor, wondering if I had Seth's talent of picking out gay couples. It turned out, I didn't. But, I did spot one girl who looked like a guy. I made a mental note to point that out with him as soon as he came back, just in case he might find it interesting. And then I spotted Luke again. As always, he was being a good sport. In this case, he seemed to be doing everything he could to make Meg smile, and it seemed to be working. But, I. “Shannon, you aren’t her to serve us, you are here to help us, and we want to also help you if you want to move to the U.S. But the first step is having a nanny visa and getting some work experience here.”They drove in silence to the house and Tara finally broke the ice. “So, Shannon, what do you do for fun when you are not working?”“Well this is actually my first job. Before my parents had the car accident, they didn’t let me work. We belong to a very strict religion that doesn’t believe.