Thus, it wasn’t at all unusual for the neighbors to see a contractor entering Ann’s front door.However, when I got into the living room and Ann ha... carefully closed the front door, she spun around and asked if I liked her flowers. Her flowered apron was absolutely ALL she was wearing... along with the fucking pearls. Her cute, shapely ass was totally bare as I turned her around again. I moved Ann over to the steps to the second floor and got her to kneel down on the first step while she leaned. I wasn’t working and he never even asked me what I did all day. I guess because I was often watching TV when he came home, he thought that is what I did while he was gone.To keep from feeling so lonely, I visited with other residents in the laundry room, elevator, or in the little courtyard where you could sit play basketball. I met a few other women but none that I could relate to.There was an older man in the building who paid me a few cash dollars to clean his place a little bit and laundry.. My wife anddaughter bought these delicious over filled donuts famous in our town. Therereally exploding with chocolate cream and today the excess cream is my treat.How we eat it is always up to the women of the house. Actually even whether weeat is up to the women. My stepson moans in heat as I flicker at the chocolateon her cock head. She can't be trusted to control herself so her hands areattached with short chains to her neck collar. My job is to prolong her sexualtorment. Even with a cock. I rose to my feet and turned around to find four studs looking at me. The man who had been messaging my cock and ass whispered, "I want some some of those white cakes". As luck would have it, I was staring into the face of a middle age black man who was sporting probably an eight inch, very thick cock that I took in my hand and began to stoke. I smiled at him, wondering what to do next when he took me by the hand and led me to the pool table. He unceremoniously unbucked my shorts, turned.