”She shifted her hands to his slim waist and let him wash her. He didn’t muck around and was soon soaping up her hair. The feel of his hands massa...ing her head was wonderful. He rinsed out the soap and turned her back out of the water while he put more stuff in her hair.“What is that smell?” she asked.“Peaches and macadamia nut, Aunty Isa makes the best hair conditioner you will have ever had in your hair. Your sexy curls will bounce and shine.”Jean couldn’t help but giggle at his silliness. He. “Yes Mistress,” I agreed, she loved role plays – I had been her maid and pupil already in the time I’d spent with her. “Sit” she said, never failing to remind me of her dominance. I knelt on the tarmac while she gagged me. “Now, all dogs ride in the boot – don’t they bitch? Get in then.”She opened the boot and I clambered in, and lay in the trunk. She shut it and a few seconds later I heard her get in the car herself. The engine hummed to life and I felt the car move. I lay uncomfortable and. . Jenny.” He attempted to work her name in naturally, and it sounded off. She still liked the sound of it. “A woman always likes to hear that. What about me do you think is... 'pretty'?” She inched toward him. Travis held his eye contact with her valiantly, even stoically, but now that she had asked, she saw his gaze rummage across her. She knew how she looked: 'ready for bed' with a tight purple tank top that made up for in alluding to her breasts dimensions what it lacked in demonstrative. 'I'm so fucking busy that I don't have time to get laid.'Ned was already working on closing the pool when I joined him. About an hour later Mr. Oldham, who apologized for sleeping late, joined us. Josh showed up in time to help us with the cover. The four of us stretched it over the remaining water in the pool and tied it down. All that was left to do was store the furniture and put our tools away. Mr. Oldham invited us to have breakfast with him and Suzanne. Josh looked skeptical, like he was.