Jones home, her hubby was out of town and she was too drunk to drive home. She lived a good 20 minutes away and it would take too long for a cab to co...e out to our house to pick her up.Mum said that Mrs. Jones had promised to by me for driving her home. I did not want to do it, but when money was part of the deal I was all in.I help Mrs. Jones to my car. She was just as drunk as my mother and needed support to get into the car. Mrs. Jones is a large woman with a big bosom and a large trunk. She. This is bread is actually tasty," Jessica cried out in surprise.Both Sandra and I had a hard time suppressing our laughs.We finished eating breakfast and, afterwards, I made sure to give as many small orders I could to Jessica, all of which she seemed happy to perform.A while later, the girls had put some clothes on and I saw that Jessica was working on installing the TV, one of the written orders I had put on my list. Sandra was sitting in the kitchen having another cup of coffee and I walked. Only halfway in, Jen could feel his immense, hardened cock driving a wedge within her. Moving deeper, she could feel herself straining to envelope Jack’s massive, rock-hard manhood. She began to relax, enjoying the friction of his movement against the engorged walls of her love hole. With each grind of her hips, Jack moved in a little deeper, grunting with pleasure, sighing with delight.His hands now firmly clenching each ass cheek, Jack began pulling Jen’s ass toward him with increasing. Sharp. I can't remember too much more because of the state I was in. I was overwhelmed by your obedience, trust, beauty and breathlessness. It seemed that neither of us was breathing. It ended with promises to continue. I asked you to write me a message with all that you enjoyed and a list of things you wanted to do with me. So far you have not written. That's okay. I know you will return. But you will be punished for not writing. You will be punished for leaving me for a week. I have been.