We hop in – washing each other – soaping each other – feeling each other – mmmmmmmmm you are nice and hard – allllll ready – I massage you... cock under water – slippery and warm – I dip under and take you in my mouth as long as I can hold my breath – circling my tongue around your throbbing piece – massaging your balls as I come up - we need to keep that baby hard because you are going to neeed it trust me. I’m alllll freshly shaven and clean as are you. A knock on the door – you answer as I. I am the oldest at twenty-six. Next is Geena who is twenty-one, and then Frida at nineteen. They are both maids. I graduated from culinary school. I am the cook. Our gardener, Eric, is twenty-three and sometimes acts as a chauffeur. Mrs. Drake is forty-five and still quite beautiful.Mr. Drake was a bastard. When I was twenty-four he was interviewing me for my job and in very clear terms he made it clear that any female employed by him would have to give him a blow job and then let him fuck them. Due on Monday and today was …oooops….Friday. Swear words of various strength came to her mind. After trying unsuccessfully to get hold of some of her other colleagues who had been attending the briefing as well Andrea jumped over her own shadow and looked James’ telephone number up in the company directory to leave him an urgent message on his voice mail. When he did not call back after 1h she packed her stuff up and left the office. At home, she told Mary the whole story who could not stop. Looking at Steve sitting there patiently waiting for my answer, I stated with a shrug, "I feel nothing for them. They came after me and they died for their efforts."Steve had still said nothing as if he was waiting for something."Other than the eyes of the man I drained I have no idea why I keep seeing his eyes when I close mine," I finished."Why do his eyes bother you?" Steve asked.All I could offer was a shrug because I had no idea why. We were still sitting there quietly when the idea came.