While no supermodel, Beth was quite attractive, even with the addition of potting soil smeared here and there. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ...ony tail, and her thin tank-top and short cut-offs displayed her long, lean body very nicely. Sweat dotted her top, and he'd found himself inhaling deeply when they were working close. He hoped she hadn't noticed the several times he'd gotten an erection.When he'd hired her Alan had made it clear he didn't need a permanent helper. Beth had said. I guess I was too much in a hurry because I don’t remember what her pussy looked like. But she was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t mine that she was a prostitute, in fact it was kind of exciting. She laid me down on my back and wiped my penis off with a wet towel. I damn near came when she did that because no person had ever touched me like that before. She laid down next to me and pulled me on top of her. This was about forty years ago and there was no worry about AIDS so I didn’t have to wear. “The dungeon I think I’ll keep as is, but if I want more slaves I need more beds. The upstairs bedroom can be converted into a slave quarters and should fit 4-5 bunk beds.” I move through the house, thinking of how unused many of the rooms became over the years. She loved lording her wealth, but never did anything useful, I think to myself, I’m going to change that.Returning to the first floor I find the living room a mess with a broken cabinet and sex toys across the floor. “Slave, get up here. At least he would be able to cover his excitement.It was an excruciatingly slow ride home for Mac.Tess was relentless as she continued to use her little finger to tease him. She did it gently, just passing the tip over the now swollen head and sliding it down the drooling slit.Mac was sure that there was a wet spot on his pants but was afraid to look down. Instead he stared forward, chastising himself for not wearing underwear.Soon, Tess had the head so wet that his pants were almost.