I was forcing her head right down to the base and could feel myself ready to cum. I blew deep down her throat but she took it like a pro and swallowed...it all. It was now nearly 12 and I told her I wasnt finished and she said she would get rid of the babysitter and I could come back in.she lived about 5 minutes away. I pulled up and she pointed to a shop and told me to park outside and wait for her call.I waited for about 10 minutes before my phone rang. She said to. She was sitting behind a large desk. I stared momentarily at her tits. They weren't big, but the shirt she was wearing left a lot open at the top. Being that I had to look down at her to make eye contact I was also able to keep looking down into her shirt. She wore a bra, but it was still a nice view. "Hi, I'm Melanie," I said. "I'm new here and today is my first day." "Welcome aboard" she said with a big smile. She asked me to sit down while she phoned my boss. Mark showed up a few minutes. “It’s all right kid.” The man said, turning back to me.His hair was short, he was wearing glasses, jeans, a t-shirt, and had a standard build. I knew his face. I knew who he was. But bumping into him here? What were the chances? My sisters and mother were already heading inside. I had to take the chance.“Tony?” I said in wonder.“Huh? How do you know my name kid?” he asked.“Tony! It is you! Holy shit!” I said.It was him. My wife’s cousin. This would work out to my benefit. While I couldn’t call. He sat on the table instead of at it, of course, and didn't join much in the conversation—there was no physical link, which Camilla still needed, and in any case he wasn't much at idle chit-chat.After dinner I dug around for my old Traviata score, and finally unearthed it in a trunk full of memorabilia that I had stashed away in the guest room closet. The same trunk also held an old inexpensive espresso machine that I'd completely forgotten. I took it downstairs, gave it a thorough cleaning and.