“sit down on the toilet seat while I make you up a bath ok.” Triston leaned to the bathtub and turned the water on and poured a little bubble bead... in to offer it a welcoming look. Triston felt the temperature of the water as it raised slowly, Heather thought this would be a good time to try to figure a way out. She stood up pushing Triston toward the tub, but he caught himself just before he plummeted all the way in and regained his balance and reached for heathers wrist yanking her toward him. ‘We’re really out of control!’ ‘Are you complaining?’ Bobby asked, delighted to discover her bra had the clasp in front between her gorgeous breasts. He unhooked the clasp and his hands covered her lovely jellied orbs. ‘God, Bobby!’ Paula groaned, shaking, ‘You always make me feel so good!’ Bobby twirled her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. The fleshy buds extended and hardened. Her hands slid between them, searching for his cock. She managed to get his fly open, then her warm hands. She put her elbow on the table and rested her hand in her head. ‘O yeah.’ She said. ‘That must be it.’ Her eyes were falling shut again, her head slipping down until she was fast asleep bent over the dinner table, using her arm as a pillow. They had been talking about this for weeks. She even went to her physician with a fake complaint about insomnia to get some sleeping meds that were safe to use, all because she loved him, all because she wanted to make his fantasy a reality. There she was. .. 952-555-0123,right?" Please don't call her! I'll... I'll..."She stabbed a finger at me. "You'll what? Accept my job offer? Minimumwage for forty hours a week, no overtime, though you'll be on call 24/7.Room and board and a clothing allowance. Well, not so much an allowance,I'll just give you lots of pretty clothes, starting with the outfityou're wearing now." I can't be a maid, Ms. Underbust! That's a girl's job!" I don't see the problem," she said. "You look like a girl to me. Girlscan do.