My first assignment was to clean a house in one of the affluent areas of town. As I was given the details one of the other girls gave me a sly smile a...d a wink. I figured she was just being friendly, how wrong I could be. I was told that there was to be nobody home while I was there so when I arrived I opened up all the doors and windows to air the place out. Pulling my headphones on and turning up my iPod I made a start on the dusting and vacuuming, leaving scrubbing the kitchen floor to last.. I've been a professional now for seven years. (I'm twenty-two for those of you who can't do math). For five years I've been working for an agency and like it much more than freelancing, thank you. The agency gets me into much more interesting situations, pays me better, and mostly, has access to a drug they call "LoVe" (pronounced either low-vee or love). It's got lots of other names and is illegal to use without a license. Like many drugs it can be very addictive. But used properly. Emma does as she is told.As they sit on the couch next to each other, naked, their thighs touching, Donald takes Emma’s hand and for the first time ever for her, he presses her hand against his firm cock.Her palm is against the back of his shaft and he guides her fingers to grasp it. They both let out a low sigh as for the very first time she grips his, or for that matter any, cock. Emma feels how hard it is as Donald begins to guide her hand up and down as she starts to jerk him. He takes. You hard?” he commented.“No, I just have a banana in my pocket” I said trying to defuse the embarrassing situation.“Ahhhh a banana ehehhh...I got a big banana in me pocket...I got a biiiig banana in me pocket” he started singing. He found the thing incredibly funny, but that was Dale for you, cock of a horse, IQ of a gold fish.“C'mon mate...this tree needs some watering” I said.“Ohhhh...shorry tree...you want me pishhh?...wait” he said gently rubbing the tree trunk.That made me giggle once.