"ill tell you what, if you help me through out the summer, maybe I will help you with your problem" as she eyed my erect penis through my pants. What ...o you mean, my voice cracked again. "finish scrubbing the floors and ill give you a taste of what I mean... Or maybe I should say ill be doing all the tasting" as she licked her lips and walked away. I stood there alone in awestruck repeating the words in my head as if this didnt even happen. Was she serious. Even if she wasnt there was no way I. And she then put her legs back on my shoulders and told me NOT TO MOVE at all. At this point she was pushing downward pressure on my shoulders and I was desperately trying not to move so that the stack wouldnt fall, but of course this is ultimately impossible. She was completely fucking with me, amused, but she really kept her cool. She didn't kick and create a jolt that would instantly cause me to pull the belt from the motion and knock over the stack. Instead she slowly pushed more force,. ” “Oh yeah, sorry about.” “Don’t be. I’ve never been with a guy that snores before - it’s cute,” she giggles; turning over, slipping an arm across me and resting her chin on my chest. “Cute? Tell my wife that.” Why did I say that? I see the joy drain from her face and I start to hate myself. To her credit she lightens the mood again. “Anyway, it wasn't the worst noise you made while you were asleep, stinky,” she sighs, her smile slowly returning.She then gives me a look of innocence. I said not a problem , we drove for about an hour to the outskirts of london , parked to car and took a lift in to a block of flats, she again asked where were we as the block was clearly residestial as apposed to last weeks hotel, we reached a steel gated entrance, it was a cold winters night, dim lighting on the balconey as we waited to be let in, i glazed over to sam who judging by the hardness of her nipples poking through her blouse she was braless, just then the intercom buzzed into life.