I left work a little early. I just couldn't find the enthusiasm to start something new at 4.45pm. On the bus home, my gaze floated over the other pass...ngers, wondering who else felt frustrated with their life.I dawdled, in no rush to get home after I got off the bus. The short walk from the bus stop to my house was one that I'd walked over a thousand times before, without really seeing it. Tonight as I walked home, I noticed the odd uniformity of the houses, with little well kept gardens. She never appeared on the surveillance cameras Ben had installed in the female changing room, arriving and leaving in her uniform. Other girls had though.Eileen was collared by Samantha Blair when she came to collect Clementine. Samantha, a solicitor in London with two nannies, as usual, even over a weekend, was wearing a pencil slim, black, knee length skirt, leopard print kitten heels, al la her heroine Theresa May, a gunmetal grey, vee neck blouse and sheer hose. Len reckoned she had flat. His hairy chest, flat stomach and thick semi erect cock had my heart racing. I knew that he he looked as good in person as his photos, I would swallow his cum. A first for me, but a long time fantasy.Waiting for him, nervous excitement had my heart and mind racing. I imagined acting out some of my favorite porn scenes, having him lay back while I worshiped his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue. Feeling the weight of his dick, the girth of it inside my eager mouth. Teasing it, loving it. I’m waiting patiently, and he starts coming down the stairs, around the corner, wearing nothing but his wife’s panties and his dick barely contained in them, the bulge was huge, had to have been 6 inches soft... he walks in front of me and says “feel it... bitch”... still shaking I start to pet his soft cock through the silky panties, he let out a soft groan as his cock started to twitch and grow, I hadn’t noticed my cock was already at full stand, and the hardest it’s ever been, so hard it was.