“I see that you like to look up between my legs Alan?” then before he had time to answer, she continued. “Is that the sort of thing you like to ...hink about when you masturbate?”Alan sat there in silence for a moment, then with a shaking voice, he said, “please don’t tell my mum, I promise I won’t do it again.”Evelyn moved forward on the footstool, this caused the gap between her knees to widen even more. Alan’s eyes widened as well.“Listen Alan, I’m not angry, I don’t intend to tell your mother. And being pampered. It was funny to watch Mr. Smith. Sure, he could do some things really well, and he wasn't afraid to try to do anything. But it was obvious he had never taken care of a sick or injured person before. He was a disaster. It was hard not to laugh, because he was trying so hard, but finally, after he had fallen into the bathtub while trying to lift her out, she couldn't help herself. It was hard to call him 'Sir' and laugh hysterically at the same time but she had tried, and then. Then she asks, “Mr. Wilson, can I tell you something?”“Sure, what is it?” I say lightheartedly while trying to figure out what is going on with her.“Mr. Wilson, I’ve … I’ve ……” she starts to stammer out. At the same time, I feel her hand sliding further up my thigh. “I’ve …… had a crush on you … for a long, long time.” The last part of the sentence comes out in a rush just as I feel her hand on my crotch. I’m shocked, both by her actions and her words. I am trying my best not let my cock get. It was well worth the effort to see it.It made him feel like this was going to all work out. Flat-top tappedher baton on the table. "Time's up, Princess." Derek got up."I'll see you in couple of days, honey-pie," Becky said. "Don't worry,every..." The microphone was switched off, and all Derek could see washer pantomiming the rest of her sentence. She gave him a thumbs up, andwiped away a tear.When Derek turned away to face the exit, Becky flashed Flat-top thesign. Flat-top nodded back. Phase.