In any case, I was mad to figure out when we might be able to have the next rendezvous in this ambrosial tryst. Luckily we live in the age of the Inte...net and the smartphone, it took me about two minutes, with fumbling, sex-drained finger to maneuver the typing on my phone. "A month!" I shouted involuntarily, even though it would really only be about three and a half weeks. It seemed like an eternity to my not yet sated, sex-addled brain and body. After a few moments of despair, I regained my. She wore a short cut off tight sweater with no bra. Her skirt barely covered her ass. She watched for the middle aged guy to board as they were the most fun. He got on the bus and saw her sitting there with here nipples poking thru the sweater material. She looked at him and smiled so he sat beside her. She scooted close to him and rubbed his leg. She then took his hand and placed it under her sweater over her left tit. He wasted no time rubbing and pinching and pulling the nipple on that big. If this was anything to go by I was quickly coming to the conclusion that looking after and nurturing the needs and requirements of the tenants of Norton Towers will be interesting.After a week Gwendolyn phoned to offer me the job and after accepting, asked if I could start next week. She said that Mrs Hopwith had kindly offered to show me around (where, I wondered) and give me background notes to all the tenants.Confidently striding into the reception dead on nine, I spied her sitting in an. I was really enjoying the show, helped by the wine of course, but the private viewing and the sense of girl power, did make my panties start to feel damp.Both these young men started to wank their cocks to aid them to harden, and I had to turn away in mock embarrassment, but Catherine said, 'Oh no my dear Caroline, I want you to take your clothes off too'.I looked at her and my face drained of blood, suddenly I realized I was also part of the script and if I really wanted the job, I needed to.