She asked me if I would watch her laundry while she went back to her tent to catch up on some paperwork. Not a problem, I told her. She left and I sat...there listening to the wiiiir of washing machines between smoking cigarettes outside the tent. Before long, my laundry was done and ready for the dryer. I unloaded my machine and as I was transferring my load to the dryer, the washing machine that she had used beeped. I finished loading my uniforms into the two dryers and thought that it would be. His arms and legs were golden tanned and his hair was silver, combed back straight and cut to his shoulders.“He sure is a handsome man. I wish Gramps would cut his hair like that. I sure hope he likes me, Bill. Do you really think he will?” Juli was more nervous than ever as the taxi rolled to a stop next to where he stood.“Juli, call him Gramps and he’ll eat from your hand. Hug his neck and kiss his cheek and he’ll love you unconditionally forever. I know this for a fact,” Doctor Shirley told. “I suppose I was” she said in a faraway voice, “it was right at the end of the eighties. I was, shall we say, being kept in an apartment, close to Bordeaux. I was involved with an American heir. He was rich, arrogant, crazy. But I would do anything for him… and did. I was one of a handful of whores he kept stowed around places he frequented and I was keen to retain my place. I liked the lifestyle, you see - freedom within chains, money, parties, being driven in fancy cars, sex with no morals. ‘Come, on Terry, join in!’, I edge closer to Jessica and Anne-Marie, they eagerly unzipped my flies and they both grabbed my prick, they began licking and sucking it, then licking my balls one by one, then one at a time they gave me a blow job, it was out of this world! ‘Don’t cum yet, Terry we want you to fuck us, now!, I replied, ‘Who are these other k**s?’, Anne-Marie replied ‘There our school-mates, there cool, ignore them, Terry!’ Jessica tuned on all-fours and spread her legs, I inched.