“100 pounds for a hand job”, I retorted in disbelief”.She stood nodding, “A pretty little filly like you, could charge double”, but I laughe... it off, then heard my name called by the house chef, “Got to go, need to hurry Lucy”, and at that I went out and retrieved to trolley and pushed it into the elevator and up to the first floor.It was just a two minute ride and a two more minutes to the room with the number 12 in brass numerals, and by the time I was there, I could feel a rise of uneasiness. Seeing my flare and my gape, she smirked. “The bindu muscles can simulate an orgasm. And squirting. I can seem to cum on cue – it’s actually quite useful,” she said, dropping her assassin character with such fluidity that it nearly gave me whiplash. However, as she spoke, she kept grinding against me. Teasing me. Driving me to utter fucking distraction. “You will not believe how often I’ve been hired by some wealthy noble because their sons or daughters are virgins into their twenties or their. "Oh no Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in front of Mr.Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping fordisobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest. Bothwill be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass up,her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Daveunhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"The hound bounded over the girl in. " Hmm, I wouldn't know," mom said softly. "Thankfully I've never been stung by one myself, but can't imagine what that must feel like. Either one," she added blushing again. Though I caught her turn of head towards my father, and simultaneously a knowing look back towards her, that all too familiar quirky smile of his just turning up the corners of his mouth. I wondered."So ... what are your plans for this evening then?" Mom asked obviously changing the subject though her face was still a nice.