I didn’t say shit the whole time the guy was sitting next to me smoking his cigarette. I just stuck my smoke in my mouth and beat my meat, stopping...every once in a while to spit a big wad in my hand and rub it on my dick. Finally, he crushed out his smoke and turned to face me. His lower lip was trembling.“You here for dick, old man?” I barked at him, clenching my spit-covered rod in my fist and starting to milk pre-cum out of my slit.He started to stammer at me, but I just spun around, put. " Nope ... you work for me ... as a Housekeeper ... not anything else." Like a lady ... you treat me like a lady." What he said caught up. "What?" What?" What you said," she said."I said a lot, which part?" I work for you," Sultry had an agenda here."That's right, you work for me," John said, "It wouldn't be honorable or gentlemanly to use my position..." You won't sleep with me?" she asked, "Because I work for you?" No." You bastard!" She thumped his chest ... it splashed. "Your shirt is all. He said politely he needed to fix some pipes in the bathroom. We were standing close to one another and I was stark naked. He slowly lowered his head and gazed from my exposed boobs all the way to my feet.A slight smile broke on his face as he turned around to hand me the towel. The smell of his sweat was arousing and my sexual desires were still at their peak. He handed me the towel but instead of wrapping it around my body I dropped it on the floor as I stepped out of the bathtub.He pulled me. My balls were on top of her tongue, almost in her mouth. Tears started trickling from her eyes down her cheeks. I was impressed. I helped her out by holding her head and pressing her against my crotch and rolling my hips against her sweet face. Her hands were squeezing my ass as she pulled me as deep as possible into her throat. A stream of her throat juice began dripping off her chin, neck and chest.After a couple minutes of this she stood up and said to me with tear-filled eyes, "Your cock.