'I had a wife once, didn't I? Or was she just a girlfriend? I think I was... an architect?'*THUD THUD THUD*“Cmon slut! If I have to come in there, y...u're going to be sorry!”“Yes Mistress! I'll be right out!”John snapped out of his musings and finished his work. He'd been spot cleaning the pink latex bodysuit that had become his second skin. While Mistress was away at Blossom meetings and corporate events, he spent most of the day cleaning her home and performing whatever other tasks she. I was nowhere near taking all three feet of him, yet his balls still swung high enough to swat me right on the clit with each pump of his hips. I could not describe the sound of them as a slap or strike, because the speed with which his thrusts flung them was so great it was more of a blurred, constant noise, one I could not have imagined prior to experiencing it, and that my pen does me poor justice in trying to convey to you now. Not that you could have heard the sound anyway. My own throat. "I'm frustrated too." He thought a moment, "I was going to offer a massage, but I can see you're not dressed." I realised my robe was showing quite a bit of cleavage. I pulled the lapels together, then I thought. My pain overrode any embarrassment, and daddy had already seen a lot only hours before. I let go of the lapels. "It's OK," I conceded, "It hurts too much to refuse." "There's some gel in the medicine cabinet," he said, "If you want I can rub some gently into your skin." "OK," I. Nambiar she is the owners wife who accepted me for this job. Usually she works only until around 3 o’clock everyday, whereas I work until 5.15 pm; so I was doing my job in my lab, when she walked through the door. She stood there in a very tight white blouse and a colourful saree wrapped tightly and high heels looking very sexy, even at 48 she really looked very hot and fresh! Her very tight firm body, especially her ass – everything was really OK about this milf! She smiled at me and told me.