Some in pain and some in anger and some just in frustration. There he was.Dead.Granddad knocked softly on the door but when no one answered, he steppe... into the room.“Are you okay?” he whispered.We were all clutched together, collapsed on the floor in front of my easel, crying. I don’t think we’d cried so much at Lonnie’s funeral the day before. We just hung onto each other and cried. Granddad looked over at the painting and tears sprang from his eyes as well. I held out an arm and he joined. The pleasureful pain coursing through my body caused me to let out a low moan of completion, but not before a few more manipulations from my stranger. And with that, she extricated herself from the blanketed confines of her cunning cocoon, coyly raising herself up, looking satisfied and completed. Silently, she excused herself from our seating arrangement and went into the bathroom to freshen up. Upon her return, I encouraged her to lay with me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder as we both. Dad said, “He pays well and there is some traveling involved. The hotel he is working on is on the beach.”‘That sounds great Dad but, you know I’m not the construction type”Mom interjected, “He doesn’t need a worker, he has those. He needs someone to run errands and keep up with paperwork…you know, payroll, invoices…I don’t know what all, but he said if you were interested to let him know this week or he will have to hire someone else.”Interested? I was very interested. And not just in the job.. I could taste my own cock on her mouth. Salty precum tasted better than I thought. Her hand dropped from my cock and cupped my balls. She gently squeezed, making me feel the pain. She had full control over me, and she knew it. "Sean, you gonna give me your load? You gonna cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it all." I grunted a yes and she smiled. She went back down to my cock and gave a few long licks over my shaft. She took my balls into her mouth, sucking one, then the other. She.