Even though she did not know how to use the shotgun to its best advantage, she could make a lot of noise with it, and that should intimidate any troub...emakers. At least, I hoped so.I showed up that evening at supper time for another meal and blowjob in the restaurant. Jean was there to meet me, and we got right to the business at hand. The blowjob was as good as the one the previous night, so I had no complaint about that phase of the operation. We adjourned to the private bedroom reserved for. Do it, and then you can jerk off. I was more than a little confused. Do the laundry? And THEN jerk? Where was this . . . I inhaled again. Blood rushed in my ears, and I could hear my own pulse, beating loudly. Beating rhythmically. An entrancing little tattoo. LAUNDRY NOW ! Seldom had clothing been separated, pre-washed, washed, and dried in such a speedy fashion. Especially when a pair of panties covered the washer's face. ****************************************** . She kept her lips tight around the head of my cock and only went about an inch further before bringing her lips back to just around the tip and repeated this about 10 times. All the while she continued licking at the tip with her tongue while giving frustrated little moans. I was confused and aching for her to go further down the shaft. Maybe she wouldn’t be very good at this, since it was her first time. Suddenly I realized she couldn’t go much further because I hadn’t told her to stop licking. She had had three interviews but so far, her lack of experience was working against her. She was far more troubled however, with Vickie's change of attitude. The girl was almost insolent and seemed as if she could hardly wait to hang up. When she talked with Andrea, the older sister had told her not to worry, that Vickie was no doubt just going through that rebellious teenage stage. She also reassured Laurel that Vickie was enjoying her stay, something Vickie confirmed before dismissing her.