I had a pretty well paying job, but it wasn't in a specialized field. Still, I was able to provide for my family.My household consist of myself and fo...r other women. My wife, Kate, is 6 years younger than me. She's a sweet, innocent, sexy blonde. I married her for love, but people do gawk at her. I like to walk hand-in-hand with her, just to show off that she's mine. I see them all staring.My older daughter is 20. She's the rebel of the household. Her name is Jennifer, and she's a gorgeous and. The image of a dominatrix,and she behaved like a dominatrix."My name is Miss Stern. You must be Ben Richards." Yes, that's right. We're here to buy an apron."She smiled. "Of course you are. Sandra and I have at length about asuitable uniform, and it's all ready for you. Step through here, andI'll show you into the changing room." For an apron? You can bring it out here." Sandra said you'll be wearing a cleaner's uniform. That means a dress,do you really want to try a dress on in the shop?"Maybe. The sun is warm with barely a breath of wind. Walking a little further we enter a wood, the ground carpetted in bluebells. We stop and smile, perhaps we have the same thought of making love amongst the bluebells or perhaps the chance to hold each other close and kiss with no one looking on. We kiss, lost in the moment, happy in each others company, the world forgotten, the scent of the flowers (perhaps I am going over the top now but it sounds lovely !) filling the air. We walk a little further. ‘I’m not on the pill and we ran out of rubbers two nights ago. I only give blow jobs now,’ she told me and then asked, ‘Is that alright with you?’ ‘I would love to know what a blow job feels like,’ I answered. Smalltits stilled and then in a strained voice asked, ‘You’ve never had a blow job?’ When I said no her next question was, ‘Oh, fuck! Are you a virgin?’ I gave her a very brief review of my sexual history and she laughed, ‘I can’t blame your first girlfriend because she didn’t know what.