As J fucked me, keeping his own body, from the knees up, erect, and pushing my body forward and slamming my ass back against his abdomen, I knelt ther... wondering if this gig was going to involve any actual housework. As I'd mentioned to J earlier, my previous client had put me to work for the better part of three hours. Dusting, polishing, sweeping, mopping...cleaning his toilet and bathroom floor. All this after he came in my mouth at the start.I remembered seeing a vacuum cleaner standing off. Tink wrapped tiny legs around Mike and forced herself up to meet him, but she was so tight, he wasn’t getting in any further than just the first couple inches.“Fight from bottom,” Tink begged, and Mike rolled on his back. She mounted him, forcing herself down, and Mike felt like his dick was being squeezed by a set of angry hands. She struggled, only three inches of his dick penetrating her tight folds. Mike grabbed her shoulders first, trying to push her down. The tender side of him demanded. And you yourself asked it, one evening.Why not, indeed?Your new neighbours across the street had one, your friends around the block had one… even the old couple in that tiny house next to the store had one. It’s fashionable right now to have one. It seems like the solution to so many problems: No more housework, no more cooking. A progressive society. Women are supposed to have careers. You sure had planned to have one. You havn’t even turned 30 yet, and your beloved husband Dave is a few years. Absently, he put an arm around the wolf's back as he sipped the brew he loved so much, and thought.The Retreat ... Charlotte walked out of the bathroom to face the music, her face freshly scrubbed."The dining room is this way," Jeff said, motioning while smiling warmly at her. "You hungry?"His comment and question sounded so mundane she hardly knew how to answer. These people don't seem in the least bit rattled. I could have killed Mr. Hanes just like that man ordered me to. These men must know.