He liked torturing me with pleasure. Or at least he takes pride in his handy (pun intended) work.I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes. The pressur... built and built. Then let go! It was the most intense release I had in years. When I opened my eyes, a huge wad of my cum was dripping from a spot on the brick wall that was higher than my eyes. I haven't shot that hard since I was eighteen.Time to return the favor.I took his place on the bench. He took a step towards me and I went right to it.. He would be no more than a silhouette against the darkening sky. But there was a scrabbling at the bolts and a rattling of keys, and the door was flung open. "Russ!" Thank God you're still here." For a while, they said nothing. Ethel bolted the door again, then hugged him tight and made little comforting noises, for she could see he was in a state, and it was probably something to do with 1999, a world over which she had no control."Now, what is it, darling? You weren't coming back until. Eventually, he realised he would have to pluck up courage and ask one of the kitchen maids who she was. His chance came one day when one of the prettier girls came out of the kitchen door in her coat, plainly off duty, and headed for the door in the wall of the garden which led to the road. Tom stepped forward from the prolific ivy which covered the lower walls of the house, where he had been waiting. The girl was startled at first.'Hello. Who are you?''Tom Fisher. Who are you?''It's "Tom. Flash. ‘Beautiful! Hot! Sexy! Now lean forward and shake your chest to jiggle your boobies!’ Ms Carmichael, 45 year old stern brunette math teacher with pretty, arched eyebrows, bent over and tentatively shook her chest to show off her large boobs. ‘Rachel, Rachel, no. You’re wearing a bra, aren’t you?’ ‘Uhm … yeah?’ ‘No, honey. You have the cleavage to go bare. You don’t ever want to mess up your pretty figure with a …,’ Chadburn made a face, ‘bra.’ ‘I– I’m … sorry. I … I won’t do it again.’.