By then, Ashley had already moved away from him and was out the door. Nick waited for the door to close and then flipped over and immediately bega... to stroke his uncut cock. He pumped it fursioly, imaging Ashley wrapping her hands around it, cupping his balls. Her beautiful tits, her long luscious legs. Nick came almost immediately after he started, spewing it all over him, getting some stuck in hair. Nick rested for a little, and then quickly got dressed, trying no to make his mother wait. It belonged inside me, wriggling and writhing, working into the dark depths that no man’s cock could ever go. “Cari, please fuck my cunt, please…” I was begging her, but she only smiled and shook her head, stroking my lips with her tongue. Her face glistened with my juices, making her perfect skin glitter in the light. “Please,” I said weakly, doing away with any dignity I had managed to retain. She nodded, and I quickly felt the pressure of her tongue pushing into my cunt. My lips were pushed. But she had maintained her physic as she works very hard to feed her family. She is 32-24-36 with a dusky complexion and 5’6 height.Now I will leave it up to you to imagine her. I was mesmerized by looking at her but had guilt. My grandfather told her what all things were to be done, like cooking, washing, mopping, etc. She was fine with it. My grandfather told me to pay her 3500 per month properly.She also said that she would be coming at 8 am. Even I was fine with it as I go to the office by. She got in behind the wheel, clunk click. Checked herself in the mirror. Lips. Hair. Brushed a wisp of silky black curls off of her forehead, and started the engine. Quick check of the side mirrors, and she was gone.I slumped back against a pillar and gazed down at my scuffed Doc Martens, feeling like a miserable tramp. The original shoe gazing loser. Why couldn’t I get a job. A proper one. Not in some fast food nightmare. If I had a decent salary I’d be able to afford nice things, good.