It had almost had her on all fours, bending over all the way, taking the phallus into her mouth and throat while her ass would stick up in the air.Her...mouth slides down on the toy, her lips tracing the veins and ridges, until the bulbous tip nudges the back of her throat. She would gag and choke a little – and try again, try to reach the shower floor with the tip of her nose.Whoever would have come in would have seen her big, round buttocks, her maid uniform straining over it, and between them. She’d always feel them and say “my I think you have grown even since the last time. You must be having a growing spurt.”Then she’d kiss us. She’d always start with her son giving him a full kiss, but never tongue. Just passionate kiss on the lips. She’d then turn to me and give me a kiss as well. And then say “you boys are going to break a lot of hearts someday.” And then we’d lay down on their bed. So we’d be in the bedroom (they only had one bedroom and all three shared the same bed) laying. I prefer my breakfast at nine in the morning, lunch around two, and dinner around seven.”“Okay, sounds good to me, Mr. Smiley.”“Please, call me Steve.”He smiled and tried to focus his eyes on me but couldn’t.“Let me unpack and I’ll make us some lunch.”“Thanks, Brie.”I opened the fridge and looked at what I could make. There wasn’t much to choose from, some eggs, a packet of chicken breast and an old lettuce. I sighed and opened the cupboard where I found spaghetti and a can of tomato. Please run down to the jewelry store and buy her something nice. I'll see you'll get a bonus in your pay." "Yes, Mr. Roberts." She bit her tongue as she shut down her electric typewriter and headed for the elevator. On the way, she came across her best friend and roommate, Sabrina. Sabrina was dressed in a similar fashion that consisted of a white blouse, gray blazer, skirt, smoke gray hose and slides. "You too?" Mr. Trevor said he forgot to pick up his cleaning during lunch," Sabrina replied..