I thought you liked me? You were always so friendly to me in the supermarket..." she continued to whine, while tears ran down her cheek."I'll explain ...verything to you, but first you clean my dick. Now get going, slave, don't make me hurt you!" he snapped at her again.She looked at him in astonishment. Was this really that same shy, friendly man who always made small talk with her in the supermarket? He was so different now. Quietly she stepped off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, all. The situation quickly devolved into a shouting match between Susan... and well, it really was just mostly Susan. I started turning bright red, this could cost me my job and I all I remember was thinking if it was worth it (it most definitely was!). I was stumbling towards the open garden doors trying to haul up my shorts and boxer. Meanwhile, Sandy swallowed as much of my cum as she could, not being able to prevent some dribbles from spilling onto her chin and got up still topless. I heard. . lemme give it a try...”“I’m heading for the balcony. I need pot. Knock yourself out...”Smoking her second bowl, Susan was in such a state all the sex in the world wouldn’t calm her. She’d blown her chance at being their therapist and now she couldn’t find anyone willing to come out to the estate on a regular basis to get the kids the help they needed.Seeing Otter approach, smiling, gave her hope and pissed her off at the same time.“Don’t tell me, you found someone this fast...”“Before you. This started a few years ago when we met for the first time in India. We worked in same company and he was a friend of a friend. At that time I was crazy about my physique and was well built up and he got motivated and asked about my workout routine and slowly he started joining me in gym.Few months later he moved to my apartment and we became good friends. We became such good friends that we never hesitated in talking about anything. I remember I used to ask him why he took so long in bathroom.