She is a milf. A very pretty blonde one at that. Who dresses to accentuate her assets. And they are wide hips and huge tits. E cups on her short frame... in a figure hugging dress look larger. Much much larger. I ensure I ignore them and make no comment at all on her appearance. It makes no difference. She is getting fucked regardless. But her appearance up close pleases me; I know she wants to be fucked. Hard.After the pleasantries we head back to her empty house. We arrive. Her neighbours are. I slid my tongue all around them, trying to clean up all of the cum off of both of them while the woman reached down and took the cum leaking out of my pussy, spreading it all over her dildo before shoving it back into my mouth to start the process all over again. The two of them locked lips for a passionate kiss while the slut underneath them cleaned off their cocks. I was just a tool for their use, otherwise ignored in their passion until they both lifted off of me, dressed and walked out of. I was the one that forgot to turn off the coffee maker yesterday morning when I was there to get my paycheck. Jane Woodward asked me to do it, then I got distracted by one of the kids that wanted to show me something, and I forgot to turn it off and unplug it." she said before bursting into tears again and sobbing, "It was all my fault! Oh My God!! What have I done?"Jack moved the tray and pulled her into his arms, rubbing his hand over her back comfortingly. He kissed her head and said, "No. You suck and swallow me at a super slow pace, allowing me to fully enjoy the moment. You suck my sack and encourage me to stroke myself at the same time; the feeling exquisite. You see that I am about to cum and you abruptly stop sucking and tear my hand away from myself. “fuck with my orgasm like that again and I will never allow you to cum” you say in response to my earlier trick. We dry off and adjourn to the bed where all the toys and sexcessories are laid out. We are.