By lunchtime she was so tired and went to the employee's lounge to catch her breath. Just two more floors and she would be finished for the day and sh... could head home to her boring old life."Mandy?" she heard her name over the intercom.Well, so much for break time, she picked up the receiver. "I'm here," she told the front desk."Room 402 needs fresh towels." Oh, what now?" she mumbled. "Ok, I'll take care of it. Christ, I can't wait for this day to end." She didn't know why she worried about. Both of them took after their mother in appearance,with clear, almost translucent skin, flaming hair anddeep green eyes. Those ethereal good looks were to bevery useful to Art, who discovered at age ten that hislifelong passion was to be the theatre, his dream to bea Shakespearean actor in London. He and his sisterwould hide in their cluttered attic, and he woulddeclaim monologues while she brandished a fireplacepoker as a makeshift sword. Luckily for her, she quickly grew bored with. I'm fine," he stammered. "Just need to get to the bathroom and jerk off." What?" Emily asked, sure she had not heard him correctly. "Did you say 'jerk off'?" No...no...not jerk off. I said to get these dirty cloths off." Oh," the woman replied, her tone now more relaxed and understanding. "Come a little closer so I can get a better look at you. Have you ever seen big black tits like these?" she asked, cupping them after putting the humming device down and turning it off.Damian had no idea what. My orgasm pumped out fluid on at least eight or nine contractions in a row. It had been a week since I had last come and so this load was extra thick and creamy white not at all translucent. It was as though she was performing an experiment and wanted to make sure the conditions were precisely met. Karen had coaxed a load out by fucking and then sucked it all up to swallow, or so she said, which made Kathy want to take the entire load into her mouth and then swallow it. She had been told it was.