” He looked over at the buxom brunette drying the dishes. “Marcy, what would you order Vanessa to do?”“Eat my pussy, sir. Eat me and lick my a...shole, if that’s all right with you, Mister Joseph,” she said.“Fine. You may sit on the chair and Vanessa will take care of you.” Marcy scooted over to the kitchen table and sat down on a chair. She spread her legs wide and pulled her miniscule skirt to her waist. Joseph turned to Vanessa. “You are to make her cum three times. After that, finish washing. He never gave any thought to actually doing something inappropriate with her it was a fantasy he vowed to keep secret and under control. But over the years he enjoyed many unnoticed glances at her body. She was 56 with shoulder length wavy blonde hair and strikingly dark blue eyes. She had a cute small nose and just below a mouth of red lips, bright white teeth, and a tongue she liked to stick out at people teasingly. He knew from her bra tags that her breasts were 32Bs they looked larger. “But, I don’t have enough money for a deposit. I don’t even have enough to rent a truck. How can they do this? I thought the bank had to give me notice.” “The bank did give notice – to your landlord. I’m sorry, Ma’am, but you’re not likely to get back your deposit, either. I recognize the name on this.” He waved the document in his hand. “Your landlord has run off somewhere. You’re not the first one he’s left high and dry in town.” Feeling faint, Rachel stumbled back against her car, no longer. They went in the broker’s car. At each location, while Matt prowled around checking out the building, the broker stayed with Mary, trying to make conversation. Mary embarrassed and a bit miffed, kept cutting him off. At last they found a place Matt liked. It was, the real estate agent said, an old railroad freight shed located next to what used to be a railroad yard on the outskirts of Jamestown. It needed quite a bit of work and didn’t look anything like a studio, but it struck his fancy. ‘I.