I graduated from culinary school. I am the cook. Our gardener, Eric, is twenty-three and sometimes acts as a chauffeur. Mrs. Drake is forty-five and s...ill quite beautiful.Mr. Drake was a bastard. When I was twenty-four he was interviewing me for my job and in very clear terms he made it clear that any female employed by him would have to give him a blow job and then let him fuck them for as long as he wanted that night. I knew it was coercion, and I could have said no, but I knew I would never. When she finally finished she looked up at me and said "Wow!!!,"That was good !" And she leaned backed and softly sucked and squeezed every drop of his delicious cum into her mouth. Rich looked at me and smiled and said he and Barbara were going to " get along good together". Then Barbara said its my turn and I sat down on the couch while she took her little fingers and stroked my cock while sucking me off- She rubbed her pussy and Rich said"let me do that for you" and he rubbed her pussy while. I still could feel her hands on my back, her fingers rolling right above my ass. I could feel her face resting on my chest. I could feel her boobs pressed against mine. Every time I thought about it I got a raging hard-on. All day I could think of nothing else. I made sure I was coming home late so that Neha would be sleeping. To my surprise, when I walked into the house, I saw her sitting on the dining table staring at the wall. It looked like she had been crying all day, her eyes puffed up. I. Too often he wondered if the girls liked him because of the notes in his wallet, but here was a girl who he had warmed to immediately, and who liked him but was being evasive and hard to get. The thrill of the chase added to her allure.Grace was also trying to rationalise Terry's behaviour but couldn't manage it so she just enjoyed his hands working their way over her skin. She was worried he would want to ask her out, or start stalking her so she had to display a coldness, but she did like.