She smiled as she passed by Rob and the cleaner and headed into the change room. She would always place her towel and dress on a bench near the shower... and head into wash down. While under the shower she'd remove her swimsuit and wash out the chlorine and then wash herself.Rob was waiting patiently outside as the cleaner continued hosing the path. Jan had already been inside for a few minutes. What surprised Rob next was that the cleaner decided that it was time to clean the ladies change room.. I don’t want to, but I can’t afford to keep him. He deserves better than me,’ she said, almost in tears. My heart ached. I wanted to help her, but she sounded as stubborn as me. I’d never had a baby and I doubted I ever would, but her plight still struck a chord in me. I thought furiously. What could I do? ‘Yes,’ she continued. ‘Please wire it to me at the Western Union office down on Main Street. And if you’re going to send him to do it, could you make sure he at least spells my name right?’. Having me do my chores in a pair of her short shorts led to awild afternoon of mutual oral sex or going to bed in one of her frillybaby dolls resulted in a long night of multiple orgasms. No, so farthere was nothing she had suggested I do, that I didn't feel was worthany potential consequences. Her most common request was for me to get'dolled up' as she called it, while I did my household cleaning. Shetold me repeatedly how much it meant to her that I took over that dutyfrom her. So when she. Probing her steel nailed fingers further down, sheunzipped a small slit in the suit. The already stretched latex quicklyretreated back giving me a full fledged show of pink baby lips of herhairless pussy. "What kind of sorcery is this?" was the first thoughtthat came to my mind. She slowly started rubbing her pussy, andshimmering white fluid started coming out of it. Gradually her pace ofmasturbation increased with a proportionate increase in her strong deepquintessentially male moans filled.