She was slender, willowy and not very tall--five feet and one or two inches, perhaps, but with long legs and proud posture that made her seem taller. ...er clothes were form-fitting save for the vest, which muted the curves her ample bust and narrow waist. Her hair was pitch black and silky straight, framing her heart-shaped face to the middle of her back and fluttering with the wind. The darkness of her hair contrasted prettily with her smooth, taut skin, which was a light pink shade that was. This is the work of Maelstrom. And as long as he is writing the checks that make my life possible here at Singing Wind, who am I to argue?It is a very good life. She is, young, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, blonde with perfect legs; feet on one end and ass on the other. The fact that her ass can only be considered a 9 ? is only because I have never seen a true 10. Meeting her at the door to my study, I offer my arm to escort her in, the perfect gentleman. I purposely. Your pa works in bank and ma is a swimming coach. Don't tell them either. Got it?" Yes." Good. Now go."With that Jeff got up and went to his bedroom.For the next six days, Marianne went to his house every day and did whatever chores he wanted her to do and stayed there until he told her to leave. It sort of became routine except for two incidents.When she went back Monday, Jeff told her that as long as she was there in the house she was to wear only bra and panties.That meant she began washing. .. it was my mother ... both naked, both licking each other.I stood there for a minute as Carol moaned, "OH, OH, UUNH, UUNH, UH, uh," as she climaxed."Mmm, get me off, Carol, mmm, oh, yes, yes," my mom groaned as Carol bore down on her. Then she looked up and saw me."Oh, you're home, and look at you, all ready for some fun, huh?"This, from my mother. Carol looked up, smiled at me and went right back to pleasuring my mother."Bring that over here so I can see it. Carol'll be done in a minute, she.