She could never have imagined so much wealth could be so vainly displayed. In a strange way, she was in awe of her new circumstance as she shuffled al...ng. Trying to not be obvious in her quick glances side to side, forcing her lips to remain stoic and not reveal how dazzled she was. It was on these occasions that she relished her new life as her father’s tax to the count. The objects of beauty and depths of depravity she had experienced far surpassed anything that she could have imagined in. ‘Hey Jeff, what can I do for you?’ ‘Hi Mr. Anderson I’m here to collect your bill for the paper for the last time.’ ‘Ah ok, come in and sit down. I’ll run upstairs and grab my check book.’ He stepped aside allowing me to go inside. I walked in and sat down on the couch as he ran up the stairs. After a few minutes Mr. Anderson came back down the stairs with his checkbook and a pen in hand and sat down on the arm of the couch next to me. As he sat down his robe fell open revealing his uncut cock,. I enjoyed walking naked around the house. I went to bathe again and kept the door ajar. Nikhil walked in he applied soap on my body, back, hips, boobs, nipples, and pussy.I also applied soap to him. His dick was still tight. Then we both wash off each other’s soap under the shower. We didn’t do much in the bathroom. Then I came out and wrapped the towel around. My son was still sleeping.I went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. Then Nikhil came without anything on him. He pulled my. ”“So, you’re one of those panty-sniffing perverts, I see. I should guard my laundry hamper when you’re at my place.”“And speaking of masturbation . . .”“We were?”As well as I knew her, I still hesitated before telling her the next fact. “Okay, before I came down on the train on Sunday, I sneaked in a quick jerk-off at home. I wanted to be sure I had enough stamina to please you.”She blinked at me and said, “You know, under your mild exterior, you’re actually rather perverse.”“And under your.