’ I like to look generous. He fumbles around in a cloth cash bag before producing a screwed up fiver which he presses into my hand – I then stuff ...he note into my trouser pocket and walk back in. She’s topless now, with her big pale tits drooping down, and got what looks like to be a reddish box in her hand. She approaches me: ‘It’s for you Jules… it’s Chinese and you can keep all your valuable little coins in… I spent ages looking for it.’ She hands it to me gingerly and I look at it. It is. I showered and with no clothes, I wrapped my towel around me and headed to the bedroom. I cautiously looked in before I barged in. She wasn’t there so I got dressed then headed to the kitchen for coffee. I knew I looked better after the shower so I wasn’t shy now. I just walked in. She was sitting on the kitchen chair with her legs curled under her. She was reading a book I had laying on the night stand. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a tank top. I was impressed she actually. I had no idea if I could even physically manage some of the positions she’d had sex in, but I was more than willing to give it a go, as long as I didn’t give myself a hernia or slip a disc. I wasn’t sure that I could go as far on the mistreating her as some of her partners had gone; although I had to assume it was mostly acting and that no lasting damage or pain were inflicted, some of it was a little far down the BDSM route for my comfort zone. I was also assuming that the real nasty stuff had. The next summer, since I worked for the school system, she asked if she could come and help clean over the summer. I gladly let her, she was amazing company, and a hell of a little worker. She was always remarking how dirty the little k**s could be, meaning the mess in the rooms. I just explained that we only have 3 months to clean what takes them 9 months to dirty, and she just nodded and gave me that huge smile she was always ready with. I didn't want to keep her from her friends or anything.