Three students had come in with what looked like a nasty case of meningitis, and she had vials of cerebrospinal fluid waiting to be tested. Mrs. Parke..., the chief technician, had her bat-like ears cocked for the slightest suggestion that someone might be ‘willing’ to stay after work to take care of the backlog, and Jennifer had a feeling that it was going to be her. ‘Willing’ in this case meant ‘whoever annoys Mrs. Parker’, and Mrs. Parker, a tall, dumpy, snaggletoothed woman, always seemed to. The show wasn’t over! Erica rubbed the big dildo up and down, her hips twitching fast, then she plunged it into herself, arching her back and moaning louder than ever. She pumped the plastic cock in and out, gasping and moaning. After what seemed to me like quite a while, she relaxed and began pumping the vibrator in and out in a steady beat. “Oh, Brad, I’m sorry I wasn’t ready tonight. But I promise you, I promise myself, I’ll fuck you on our next date.” With that, she slid the dildo in and. Until I was at his shaven crotch I curiously, slowly, slid my hand around to his balls, and I held them in my hand. At this point he smiled, looking over at me staring at his cock, holding his soft balls in my hand and playing with them, the way I liked mine to be played with. When I noticed him looking at me, I glanced over to Autumn, I was afraid that she would be furious, but she wasn't, she was smiling at me too. It took this as cue to keep on going, so I massaged his balls for a bit. Are you supposed to be here? Did you come up from the brewery or something?”“It’s a distillery.”“Whatever.”“Yes, ma’am. I was told to bring up some supplies.”“Well, I don’t think you’re supposed to bring them in the front door. Maybe you should drive out back,” she replied. Rebecca had seen enough British television on PBS to know that servants were supposed to use a back door. Her mother liked Upstairs, Downstairs and Downton Abbey and had more than once commented that her children should use.