What are you wearing?" I'm in a nightshirt." Anything else on?" Panties." Take them off. Oh, and put your phone on speaker so you have both hands free..." Oh. Okay. They're off now." Great, Sonya. Now I'm going to say what I would do if I were there. You touch yourself the same way." Okay." I'm rubbing your stomach gently through your nightshirt. Then around your lovely big boobs, but not touching them yet." Oo that's nice." Now I cup them in my hands as best I can. I love your big boobs.". The local newspaper down there had occasional job listings for service employees for her house and grounds: butlers and maids, landscapers, gardeners, and the like.Well, I signed up for courses in botany and horticulture, figuring that this would at least qualify me for gardening work. Not that I was especially suited for that sort of thing -- the one time I had tried to grow vegetables in my mother's backyard plot they had turned brown and croaked. But, hey, what the hell.Four months later,. . Show me what you can do... Jerk it hard, very hard... Now pour some more lube on right at the top... I want to watch it run down to your hand as you stoke, that's it... Spread that goo all over your rock hard shaft.Imagine I am there with you, right now, watching you. Can you see me, aroused, hot, my hand between my thighs, stroking my hot pussy, masturbating, right there, next to you. My nipples sticking out through the holes in the fishnet top I have on aching for attention. With each. ”“Exactly, Salma, it is a Ferrari and you have to be careful with it.”“Kelly, you couldn’t tell the difference between this car and a Volvo two days ago.”They both laughed and walked to the boot which Kelly opened with a key fob. Inside where two small bags which the girls took out and walked over to the entrance door.“Oh my god, this is amazing,” sighed Salma and dropped her bag on the floor. She walked across the living room with white leather furniture and a piano on the opposite side to the.