She poured black coffee into a mug and spread butter and marmalade on the toast. She'd just taken the first bite when she was shocked by a voice."Woul... you like to talk about it?"Her head whipped round to see the petite, oriental figure of Anh Knight in pyjamas and slippers at the kitchen door."I talked about it before ... to Trudy Waters. It helped at the time but now..." Trudy Waters? She helped to put me back together the year I married Terry." You..." I didn't realise when I married Terry. I wasted my time jerking off, rather than finding a room, let alone a new job. I have to admit though, my cock was so stiff that week. I'm surprised I didn't rub it raw. It pointed the way though and led me right to my first true sexual experience. I replied to an offer on Craigslist for a live-in servant. We had a few emails back and forth, but he was very insistent on me meeting him. He told me that as his live-in servant, I would do what he wanted me to do at any time of the day, whether. After really giving it to her for a few minutes he could feel her tensing up inside and her breathing getting deeper before she moaned and spasmed around him, squeezing him hard and almost setting him off. She was even wetter now and cum was leaking from her stuffed pussy, which gave him an idea. Lifting her legs even higher, somewhat bending her, he pulled out and making sure he was carefully lubricated in their combined cum, he placed it at her rose bud and pushed. Spreading her arse cheeks. ”“Where’s Matt?”“Um, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. Somewhere around here I guess.”“You left the shower on, dear,” Mom admonished.“Oh, sorry,” Fiona replied, hustling back into the bathroom and shutting the door. Then she reached into the shower and turned off the water.“Hey, what the hell are you doing, Fi. I’m not done yet,” I shouted.Fiona put her finger to her lips. “Shhh, Mom’s right outside,” she said quietly.“What’s she doing here?” I whispered.“I don’t know,” Fiona said with dread in.