She says, well boss you didn't tell me not to. Trisha and Linda can't believe that Sara is talking to me this way. I said well for fucking up you know...what you have to do, if you want to keep your job. Sara flashes me a grin that only I can see and says yes boss I do. I step up to the bed with my dick level with her mouth. She pulls down my shorts and takes my fat dick in her mouth and starts giving me one of her nice blow jobs. My trannies can't believe what they are seeing. I looked at them. As Katy was busy getting her breathing back under control, I loosened the straps and directed her to reposition her legs so they were pulled back against her torso. I tightened the straps accordingly. When I stood between her legs brandishing a thick leather strap, she balked."What in the hell are you going to do with that thing?" she asked."Well, this next toy is bigger than the last one, and a few whacks with the strap will loosen you up and make it easier for you to take it," I explained. ”She looked down. “Engaging fully in the life that Mrs James had, means exactly that.You will continue with your studies at school; but you will be expected to clean, cook” Martin smiled. “Oh yes, I understand your wife was not a cordon bleu cook? You are not expected to replicate poor cooking, necessarily. Gardening, decorating, weekend activities. Anything that Mr James explains was an integral part of their lives together.You can refuse, any of you can. If any of you six, and you, Mr James,. As she turned into our apartment block street, she noticed one of the block neighbours was some metres behind, she only knew him as CeeBee (CB) - he was tall, of black perhaps african or carribean origin and looked as though he worked out in an athletic way not a weight lifting build. She was drunk and even although he waved she ignored him, she was in a weird mood and couldn't be bothered with pleasantries.As she got into the apartment block she made her way for the lift, by which time CB had.