I'm 35 and 6'2” and coach the local football club, just to keep myself busy and fit. I work from home as an accountant and find that I'm kept quite ...usy. I was having my usual morning coffee on my back veranda when Tom yells out from the fence line. “Mike, I'm heading out to the rental. Could you keep an eye on the place? Won't be long. Fern's here but she's still asleep. I've left her a note on the kitchen table. Thanks mate.” I had to laugh. Typical. Must be important to get him to rush off. By which time she was in tears.He released her to stand and tearfully feel her glowing buttocks. "Better get on and do the job – unless you'd like me to light up your rear some more?" No, sir. I don't think I do." She went over to the sink and began to do the job.After which she learned to prepare vegetables. It was just as well the vegetables were for the evening meal; she worked extremely slowly, Sam's running commentary on her performance leaving her feeling even more thoroughly humiliated.. I awoke on the next Friday morning with no memory of Thursday at all. It wasn't unusual for that to be the case. A real memory of the day before would have been unusual. My schedule advised me that I would be headed to the office to stir the mash. Since I didn't have to look up mash or my office, I considered it a good day. I did look up breakfast to find out what I usually did for breakfast. I decided to do something different that morning.I remembered what pancakes were and knew that I liked. I was learning from an expert and judging by the groans coming from the region of Jane's pussy I was a good pupil. I continued to use my hand to stroke his cock and was gradually picking up the pace. Jane then started urging me on, she was obviously getting close. I picked up the pace even more. Charlie started to writhe on the bed and I couldn't keep my mouth on his cock anymore. I concentrated on wanking him hard and fast, he let out a groan and started to come. When Jane saw this her eyes.