As Karyn began to stroke me, I asked if she was sure about this, she commented that she wouldn’t be a good Personal Assistant if she didn’t take c...re of all my needs.She grabbed a face cloth and body wash and scrubbed my back, shoulders and slowly worked her way back to my dick. Her hands were covered in soapy lather as she started to pump my cock. She pumped in rhythm with my slow breathing and took my hand and slid it in between her ass checks and asked me if I wanted to play with her ass in. She had just about starved at the apartment. She couldn't bring herself to go out shopping, even for food.Karin had dumped her suitcases in the middle of the hallway, gone straight up to her old room and then to bed. The overwhelming suddenness and brutality of her total abandonment paralyzed her. She moved like a robot, lifelessly passing between the bedroom and the kitchen. The rest of the house seemed foreign to her and she avoided all those unfriendly evil rooms.Most nights she lay in her. Her skin glowed golden, free of imperfection. Though the ravages of time had been erased, one could still tell that here stood a mature woman; an experienced sex- goddess. If her eyes were blue flame, then her curly mane was the full campfire spectrum, from crimson all the way to gold.On a sudden impulse, the school teacher and mother pulled the flannels up and over her head. The revelation of her body elicited an audible gasp from Kerri's new cocksucker mouth.Not even in the rosiest blush of. Again. I looked at her, silently waiting for her complaint. I could see her fighting not to break the staring contest we had going.Eventually, she caved. “Ricky, I didn’t get a kiss like the others.”“Oh yeah,” I said. “Come and get it.”Gina jumped out of her chair so forcefully the chair fell over backwards. When Gina was standing in front of me and reaching her arms up I told her to go back and pick up the chair. Looking a little disappointed, she went back and picked it. She was slightly.