There is a second door from the therapy room to the main body of the house. Only Mrs. Minever has the key. Thus on these quiet Saturday afternoons, I ...ang in naked humiliation, but with a degree of relative comfort knowing that only Mrs. Minever has access to the office.Months ago word spread throughout the neighborhood that Mrs. Minever was seeking to hire a boy for a part time cleaning position. The job required only two to three hours per week to clean the changing room, reception area,. My moans of pleasure were louder than my prior screams of pain. I would simultaneously pound my ass towards Joe while he thrusts his cock deep into my pussy as this middle-aged white man continued to suck and play with my titties.After another 10 minutes of high intensity, dirty talking, tit sucking, and nasty hardcore fucking, I felt bursts of warm liquid filling up my pussy. I was so excited to finally know what gooey warm cum felt like. Joe shoot so much cum that it started pouring out of my. ’ ‘Helen, she’s had the kind of life you might have if not for an old Greek man with strange fashion sense who loved you just as much as he loved his great grandson, and two friends who taught her how to do this thing they learned.’ Helen stopped dancing and stepped away from him at that. ‘You’re going to teach her, aren’t you?’ Troy nodded. ‘You love her.’ ‘Not as much as Julie, but yes. They’re both ok with that.’ Helen put her arms around him again with a small laugh. ‘Troilus, any woman. Sara’s groans filled the bathroom as she came. For a few moments she lay there idly playing with her pubic curls and then she looked up at the bathroom cabinet over the sink bowl. Her razor was there. Sara climbed out of bath went to the cabinet and took out her razor and the shaving foam; moments later she was back in the bath. It didn’t take all that long to clean her mound of every vestige of pubic hair. When she had finished she got out and took her small bath mirror and held it between.