You could break up your boredom by getting work. They havethe prettiest uniforms." Fuck that," I said. "I'm a lousy cleaner." You can improve," he sai.... "Our maids find extra motivation." No thank you," I said. But that afternoon, I passed a maid's cart inthe hallway. I looked at saw a dark-skinned maid at work. I smiled.Something for a rainy day, I thought.One day, when I was trying to watch "Cheers" in Arabic, the telephonerang. I answered, wondering if the line might be bugged. I had read. You tell me "it's my pussy now, and I'll tell you when you can touch it."You pull your cock out of my mouth, looking at me. You're serious, and you say "tell me you understand." You pull my hair and my head back until I'm looking at you and I am forced to say "yes, I understand."now you push your cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, and i'm tasting your sweet and salty cum... a sweet dribble flows out, but you're holding back... you don't want to cum yet... you're holding my head, pulling my. When I got Jack into the shower on his chair I had the thought of what he said, I liked guys hitting on me, and for some very odd reason I liked it even more with Jack, he was the nicest guy ever and for some reason I just thought of when he had last had sex, or even wanted, as Jack was so fragile He wasn't able to move fast making me think he hadn't wanked for a while, his balls must have been so full with cum."Jack? Did you like seeing my thong earlier?" You have no idea hunny" Jack replied. "Betty, I'm going to have to show Hy the pictures and tell him everything," Ed told her, "Are you OK with that?"Betty nodded her head. She dreaded having to see the pictures again, but she knew that Ed was trying to make sure that she could put this all behind her. She was learning to trust Ed's judgment.At 38 years old, Hy Symington was one of the best and most feared investigative reporters in the country. He had broken several politicians' careers and was respected all over the country..