A sort of Willie and the Hand Jive thing.As we sipped our cognacs, another one-handed activity, I could tell Walker wasn’t quite there. Not a proble..., I said, “C’mere.” He bent his head down and I swirled my tongue in his ear. Whispered, “Cum for me, babyboy, cum for me.”He’s always been fairly obedient, I’ve been lucky that way.On the way home, I patted his lap, “What will you tell Pilar?”“The truth. That’s what she ... that’s what I do.”“Good boy.”Blink. Back to San Mateo. Thankfully, Bobsy. Along with Teresa, Susan Jones and Karen Brookes came through as well – both had dressed in flowing skirts and see through tops which displayed their breasts and both had erect nipples. Both women displayed their underwear for me as requested. Karen was a little more reserved than Susan was, but then again, Susan had been through a session with us on Wednesday evening.The ladies moved off to see their charges in the pool – I hoped they would join in the fun. I concentrated on cooking for the. I didn't smell them or play with them, just looked. Later that day I had to go again but this time it was more. I smelled them all and rubbed my dick with them. I got so turned on I came again in the toilet. The next day I went over again and used her bathroom again. This time I did everything all over again and I squirted my cum in the basket all over her panties. I did it again later on that day. For nearly a week I went in and used her dirty panties as I wanted. I finally stole 2 of her cute. .. well, a COOKIE baking kind of day. So it was that I found myself standing in the doorway of my bedroom, whilst Mike the electrician also stood no more than three metres away from me, totally naked, totally hard and totally fuckable. It was a surprise to me, as I worried that the phone call from my husband a few minutes earlier (telling me that he would be home in 40 minutes) would have a negative effect on the mounting sexual chemistry between us, that had been evident from the moment he.