"Hold on, Bob. A man like you shouldn't need to do housework. That's what women are here for."She knew she had said it, but she also didn't believe it......did she? She was sure she didn't feel that way, yesterday."Oh really, my dear. You don't think men should clean houses?"Again, the tingle."Not at all. Women should do all that. Men are too busy to worry about that stuff. Now...let's see if we can get this cleaned out and working again, shall we?"In silk nightie and nothing else, she climbed. I took a chance on ruining the opportunity and grabbed her ass with my left hand, lifting slightly at the same time. I slid a finger through her slick pussy lips and circled the hard little thing at the top. After two or three of these, Barb was whimpering and biting her hand to stay quiet.I grabbed her ass with my right hand, lifting slightly. Before Barb could react to the change, I took the plunge, literally. I licked my first pussy from the bottom to the top in one long stroke. Fuck, that. No, her parents were not really parents. They were caretakers and strict rule makers. Everything had a rule. If you obeyed the rules, you didn't get a swat or two on your rear end. If you broke a major rule, you had the hide on your ass made raw by the beating. Her plastic surgeon once told her he could see the scars from various beatings with a belt.Her parents should never have had a child.She met Beth and Joe through the escort work she was doing. Joe Mansard was a multi-billionaire and. When I returned to our table Leann was gone. I looked out on the dance floor and saw her and John holding each other tightly. She had his left leg locked tight between her nylon covered thighs. It looks as if she was grinding her pussy on his leg. When that song ended the next one was also a slow one. They remained on the dance floor. A fast loud song came on next and they split, Leann came to our table while John moved toward the restrooms. She took a giant gulp of her drink and said sheww. I.