It was what was making her so horny right now. I reached over and dimmed the reading lamp to its lowest level, then leaned over and kissed her. ‘Was...there anything you wanted to do tonight? Watch some episodes maybe? Or did you want a bath?’ I asked. It was dim, but I could tell she blushed a little. She whispered in my ear, ‘No, I just want you, would you touch my pussy? Its been wanting you all day.’ She sometimes wore skirts to work. Today happened to be one of those occasions, and she. I have to get up as soon as I hear the clock or else I will fall asleep again. I softly creep down stairs to the little bathroom beside the kitchen, go to the toilet and wash. I'm supposed to scrub myself but my bottom is usually so sore that I can't bear to. I have to iron my clothes before I can get dressed. I light the fire in the kitchen first, put a pot of porridge on and the kettle and then go upstairs to clean out the grates in the other rooms and light fires in them if the weather is. She loved being mistreated and I loved the power I had over her. When we started working together I hated Anne almost immediately. She was in her early thirties, making her four or five years older than me, but old enough to have a sense of superiority. She was always polite, but anytime you tried to tease her, make a joke or disagree with her, she got a look on her face like you were beneath her. Thats not the worst thing if the girl is exceptionally hot, but not when shes thirty to forty. I want you panting and moaning and groaning at the end and I want your cum to spurt up high like a geyser. And, I have always heard the same thing after every time: "That was the best handjob I ever had." Bet you wish you knew me. Well, I wish I knew you too. Especially if your cock is average-sized.Yes, average. See, I do some sucking, too, I mean a great many of the handjobs given on this earth seem to have a little oral play involved, it just all seems natural. I don't have a big mouth and.