If he was there, then his army Jeep or his bike would be in the driveway. But no, Jel wasn't there either. So, a little disappointed he walked back to...the holiday let. Calling his friend on his mobile phone. It went straight to voicemail. "Hé Jelly Belly missed you at the club. I am going back to my cabin at the campground. See you later, maybe?", he spoke hoping Jel would listen to his messages. After two hours of playing his guitar. Doing a load of washing and cleaning the place up he went to. She would have had more money, but she had lots of expenses now. She used a hair stylist downtown to keep her underage look and even had a trainer to help her keep her youthful body in prime grade A status. She had a closet filled with sex toys and other seductive items to seduce the stress burdened males that hired her to watch their children.She liked it best when the wives returned home almost carried by the husband and they would put the wife to bed together undressing her right down to. I continued to watch her dance around and trying on lingerie, it was a pretty hot show, so I pulled my cock out from my pants and slowly started stroking it in time with her music. A couple of minutes later she fell back on the bed and pulled a vibrator out from a pillow and slowly teased it around her nips, which looked huge when aroused. She pinched her nipple and groaned a bit and she slowly slid the vibrator down her stomach towards her attention starved clit, and when she bumped her clit. Crying out at the divine release. And my lovely slave was going on sucking. And sucking. Draining me dry. I moaned, as I rolled from side to side.Then it was over. And I was weak and slumped. Completely... but completely...slaked. This girl had just given me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. I patted her head as a sign of my approval. But I was not going to spell it out in words. Slaves don’t get praise. Only punishment for failure.Birgit remained where she was, my flaccid prick clasped.