None of us wanted to break the erotic spell by moving, so none of us did, at least for a while. Somehow I wasn’t surprised when after looking us bot... over appreciatively her gaze finally came to rest on your cleanly shaven pussy. I wanted to see her lick the beads of sweat from your slit, I wanted to watch your face as this attractive young girl probed your cunt with her tongue but instead of moving towards you the girl started to play with herself, clearly as much for our benefit as for her. "I have a special job for you, Mr. Spencer," Peggy said as she closed the folder and dropped it into the completed box on her right.Keith wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. Her voice was a little too friendly, something that was never a good sign."Don't look too worried, Keith, I have a feeling that this is going to be right up your alley," Peggy added as she took note of the worried look on his face.Her use of his first name didn't exactly inspire confidence, but then again, maybe he was. ‘Here, try these. The sweatshirt should be more like a dress for you as you’re so small, and you can use the boxers as underwear until yours are dry.’ Smiling up at him she thanked him, asking him his name. ‘Josh. My name is Joshua Morrison.’ ‘Well thank you Joshua, for everything. Without you I would be back at the big house with Alexei and possibly dead. I owe you my life.’ ‘You owe me nothing Katrina. Nothing at all.’ The two people stared at each other, the silence broken only by the sound. " But just think, Joe, if I get more jobs it will pay for itself." I'm still not sure I like the idea of you going up there at all." But this is going to set us up for life. We could soon have enough for a deposit on one of those semi-detached houses they're putting up on the new Weston Estate, or even a detached one down Barston way — if we save and save. And then you could play your music as loud as you wanted without having to worry about the neighbours — or have band practice, be a proper.