"As Rochelle walked away Stephen shook his head at how dramatic Rochellehad a tendency to do.Stephen walked into his house and looked around shaking h...s head indisbelief at how dusty and dirty his house was.He stripped his bed and remade it and put his sheets and towel and bathcloth in the washer. He started dusting and picking up around hishouse. Before he knew it the washer buzzed and he transferred the washinto the dryer.He worked for a little over 2 hours and was vacuuming when there was. Her mother had kept the key to her desk in her purse, which felt like a clear sign of utter distrust to her. She might just be a little too cynical, but she didn’t think so. The top half contained letters, all of them obviously boring and unimportant, Florence dropped every single one of them into the wastepaper basket after having read the first few lines. Fortunately there weren’t too many of them. There was the address book that she had used to send word of her mother’s passing to the people. " Have her read the new directive and I expect both guests to have been bathed, head washed, and all and I mean all the hair combed on both guests. Make sure you get the underarm hair on the guy. These are duplicates of the last two that screwed us up. When I take them, they will be either very clean or I'll just drop them off at the morgue." You're not messing around are you? But then after that last shit, I don't blame you. I'll dig out the directives and have the guests read them too. See. I knew just how to work her clit to make her come quickly. I used my fingers to spread her pussy and draw out her clit. I started to lick, suck and nibble. She started to grind her wet pussy against my face. I sucked on her clit like a little cock and she was getting into it, moaning louder. She started to suck the head of my cock and play with the underside, stroking me harder and faster. The come in my balls was starting to boil up. I really focused on the clit and felt her legs.