Your pussy becoming increasingly wet, you say, "I want you to touch it" and with that, I reach over and drag my fingers up your lips. You purr, "good ...oy". With that, I instantly realize who's in control here.You then instruct me... "If you're good tonight, I have a present for you later." My cock throbs with anticipation of defining "good". You then lean to me and kiss me hard. Your pussy pressed against my stomach leaving a trail of wetness dripping down to my cock. You pull away and tell me. I wanted to last forever but knew the time was near,my hand found hers and stopped her movements but the sudden squeeze made me let go and wake up. I thought that might do the trick she said as her head bent over to fill her face with my cock,she was good and had done this before I thought exposing the head so her tongue could glide around it using only her lips and breath. As she took me deeper I could feel her breath as it left her nose,it was such a sexual buzz for me at least.I could feel. This other world where most domestic servants in London worked was secluded behind the electric fences and high gates of the affluent private estates. The relatively prosperous wanted to maintain a good distance away from the ungrateful taxpayer, but they still needed people to mow their lawn, make their beds and do the ironing.A few years earlier when Iris' source of income was also to provide services for the comfortably well-to-do, she'd very much been the centre of her employers' attentions. The weekend had arrived, for me, the weekend's routine was set in stone…Saturday's I would go into the city with my grandfather. My grandfather was always quite the lady's man and at the time he had a nice lady friend that he would stay with over the weekend. I would go because my grandfather's girlfriend had a couple of really nice daughters and they were always really cool with me.I would hang out with them and go to movies, parties, or other social events with them. It was never sexual, just.