’ ‘Hey mac, not my problem. I just get paid to do the construction.’ ‘Thanks for the information’ Peter said as he got ready to leave. ‘He... mac, don’t you want my picture? You know, for the story?’ ‘Yeah, sure’ Peter said and he wasted an exposure taking the guys picture. The building maintenance man was lying on his back looking up at the sink that Mary Jane had said was leaking. He wasn’t surprised when he felt his zipper being pulled down. Three or four times a week Mary Jane called him to. "Dad should be finished byWednesday."As Paula followed Laura out, she stopped by her room and looked in."Hi sweetie. What do you think?" asked Alex, wearing paint stainedoveralls."Looking good," she said.The walls had so far been painted white."I'll do the ceiling, ledges and pelmets tomorrow," he added."When will I be able to move back in?" asked Paula."Maybe Wednesday," said Alex."That long?" said Paula."Yes, that long. Now get that hot chocolate before it goes cold," saidAlex.With the hot. I only replied that I hoped so also. What else was there to say.She was as good as her word, as the server was waiting for me at the building’s front door. On tv, servers are posing as flower delivery or the like, but you could tell this guy from a mile away. The way he kept checking his phone just confirmed it. His eyes sought out mine and I nodded to him, walked over. There was no need to be an ass about it or make this guy’s life more difficult.I shut my office’s door and opened the sealed. Her hand left her tit and came down to her pussy, as she pulled her costume to the side to reveal her cunt. Her lips were so wet, so pink, that I myself let out a gasp. She began to play with her little hard clit, as she eased a finger deep inside herself. Her pussy was perfectly smooth apart from the small tuft of red hair an inch above. She was rubbing harder now, and her finger was working away at her g-spot. After a few more strokes her knees buckled and she pulled her finger out of her.