She would invariably have something nice to say that made me feel good about myself. “You be a good boy. I know you will be,” she always told me a... she smiled humbly and walked out the door. I’d say goodbye and wave and she’d wave back and even wink. “Bye, until tomorrow Tyler Hangstrom.” She’d be there at 7:55 on the dot each and every weekday morning. Sometimes I was awake and some days I wasn’t, but she was always there and she always had a smile for me when I walked out sleepy-eyed. Now, 10. He is moving faster now still full 8in strokes, he must be about to cum, he is now holding her thighs for better purchase and control, his breathing is rapid, her moans are louder, yes he slams once more into her gorgeous cunt and stays theres, letting every last drop of cum penetrate her.At last he removes his still large but now flacid cock from her, there are drops of cum on his shaft and cock head, he looks at me, oh dear.''You foot maiden, come kneel before your master''I do as I am. ”“Say what?”“You know, on the washing machine.”“You’ve tried that?” I asked, dubious.“Yeah, me and James were all over Aunt Beth’s machine, every time she washed her clothes!”I chuckled at the image.“No, I haven’t,” Lara continued, “but I bet the vibrations would be interesting.”“Hmm. Maybe ... Oh, fuck!”My marshmallow had flared up from inattention. Lara laughed wickedly at the conflagration. Before I could retort, her perfectly golden attempt was hovering in front of my mouth. I grunted,. The poor thing seemed so uncomfortable, trapped in its tight fabric prison so I decided to set it free. I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. And what a monster it was!It was so difficult for us both to keep looking into each others eyes, be professional, and stay focused on the interview so the people watching at home would have no idea what it was we were really up to.I was moving my fingers all over his beautiful licorice shaft, stroking and fondling it lovingly. Seeing his breathing.