But she managed to answer, using her soft voice. "I'm Betty Martin, Mrs. Burns' maid Sir and I have been sent here to dosome cleaning for Mrs. Howells..." Fine! Come in," he said. "We will make good use of you!"Mrs Howells then appeared, accompanied by a girl aged about five and aboy aged about three. As she greeted Betty they were asking "Who is thislady, Mum?" "This lady is Betty Martin" she replied "and Mrs. Burns hassent her over to clean up your new Play Room." "That's the room Daddy has. Then I found out about craig's list and casual encounters. I was surprised how many married men were wanting to suck cocks and be sucked. Most of them had wifes who didn't want to have sex anymore, or didn't like to suck cock.It wasn't long before I found a guy. He sounded like some one I could relate too. So we made a date to get together. He had a place, which his parents owned, but they were gone south for the winter, so we met there.He locked the front door and we went into the front room,. “I have to get to the rehearsal but I would much rather hold you!” I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me even tighter.“Do you mind if I shower off before I head back?” she says as she stands up.I look at her standing there. My body is wanting to grab her and finish what was started, but my mind has other plans. I break myself out of my short daydream and look at her eyes.“Only if you let me wash your back,” I say with a wink.“Okay, I will get the shower started!” she. The methodical spanks reminded me of a game of tennis, with a pop followed by a straining grunt.Smack! “Uhh!”Slap! “Uhh!”Smack! “Uhh!”“Do you want the paddle, Becky?” Aunt Chelsea asked, stopping to knead Rebecca’s throbbing bottom.“Yes, but I had some ideas,” Rebecca said as she stood up and rubbed her butt.“Oh, really? What did you have in mind?” Aunt Chelsea asked, curious as to what the shy girl could suggest. The thoughts ran through my mind as well. What could she do? What kind of.