Evans called from the bottom of the steps. Yes maam. Chaun, I want you to come downstairs and help Harmony watch the kids while I go to the grocery st...re. Okay mom. Ill be down in a minute. I looked back at him and he blew a fake kiss at me. I blushed and walked downstairs to play with the kids. A little bit later, Chaun came down the steps. The kids stopped playing with the toys and ran up to him. What can I say? Kids love me. I always found it attractive when a guy is good with kids.. There were several workstations, and in front of one, her project architect, Marie Dutoit, a handsome, sturdy woman with dark curls and a sunny smile."Bon jour, Helen." Where is Céci?" Céci was the drafter who worked with the details of the plans and related materials."She went out to get a baguette." Marie looked out the window. "Here she comes, now."Shortly, Céci, her drab dress and mousy hair appeared with not one, but two baguettes. Coffee was poured and they sat down at a table in front of. “Sissies like you need a constant source of cum. Don’t they? Otherwise they just hump whatever they can until their clit make messes in their cages and panties.”“Such a faggot. Can’t even sleep unless she has her cunt pounder and filled with cum before she sleeps. Worse than a baby needing a bottle.”Everything he said was true.Which was why I hid my face in the pillow to conceal my smile as I felt him unfastening my plastic panties and folding them down.I could tell he was barely awake as he. As I made my way back into the changing room Billy stopped me by grabbing my arm. He took a long leering look at my sweaty tits before telling me; “A couple of lads want to know if you do ‘extras’?” “What do you mean – ‘extras’?” I asked as I pulled my arm away from his grip. “Hasn’t anyone told you?” He smirked, “Most of the girls will give the lads a wank or a blow job if the price is right.” The pound signs flashed before my eyes.“What’s the right price?” “Usually £20 for a wank, £30.