I enjoyed working for Mr. Smith since I learned a lot about houses and business but I especially enjoyed working for Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith was a rath...r large woman I would guess she weighed about 250 and she had a very magnificent pair of tits 44DD; I knew because I peeked at the label on one of her bras that was hanging on the clothes line. When Mrs. Smith worked in her garden she wore shorts and a halter top that never quite fit correctly. I would watch her and just loved to see her big. “The change in you was radical, though. You looked ... better. It was like you were five years ago again, before things got so serious. I watched you walking in from the car and I had this thought, ‘If this boy can improve Cassandra’s sickness this much in a day, how much can he help the girls and me?’“You looked positively radiant, Cassandra. Whatever he did to you obviously agreed with your system, because you walked with more energy, your eyes were bright and alert, and you seemed like you. She wanted very much to feel his skin on hers, so she tried to squeeze out of the confines of her own garments as fast as she could. Soon she lost her patience and simply tore her dress and undergarments off, the same way she had his shirt. Underneath it she was white and lithe. A dozen candelabras lit the room, and the orange glow danced on her immaculate flesh as she straddled the hapless painter.Now this was a pretty piece of flesh; he had the soft body of a borghese but the rough hands of. “You don´t wear underwear?..” the stranger asked. “No..not tonight...”she said. She had, after all, expected another of these...event she had been getting into lately, plus her tendency to loose some of the underwear in the process. It was becoming too expensive!“Only stockings and high-heeled boots...you slut!”Even though Amelie was trying hard, she was unable to place that accent on a map. The woman had her hands just below her breasts now. “You must obey me, my blonde slut girl..”“Yes!”.