Thinking the electrician is still downstairs I walk out into my bedroom just in time to find my electrician holding up my vibrator, which I had left l...ying on my bed, adjusting his cock. Seeing his obvious pleasure, I precede light heartedly, “ I think the electrical system on that works just fine!”He jumps and turns around. He smiles, as he looks me up and down. He set my vibrator down and sauntered towards me. I stepped back until he had me up against the wall. Trying to stay calm I could. During the acceptance and training the titmaster's would be busy preening the immediate next batch for the dynasty,they carried on their attire small but powerful stinging whips which would be used on the bare bottoms,breasts and back of the pleasure women should they feel the need,often a woman was summoned for attention in a cubicle where there would be observers present and pleasure slaves who would pre stroke the titmaster's to great hardness ready for entry into the pleasure women,the. To listen to him talk, though, you'd think he was on the road for weeks at a time. You'd also think he was still in Oklahoma to hear to country twang to his voice.Mom, on the other hand could probably fit into her high school cheerleader's costume, if she'd ever gone along with that nonsense. Her opinion of cheerleaders was that they were too stupid to get good grades or stay off their backs. She didn't have any accent you could notice, though what I called a countryism would sneak into her. We were both so wild with it that we didn't last very long. I felt cum spurting from the end of his cock and that just pushed me over so that I was cumming a second or two after him. Both of us were hot and sweating after this encounter so we ventured to the shower for a quick clean up. At this point I was less horny but still wanting more cock. While in the shower I was rubbing my hands over his soap slicked body and oh so conveniently dropped the soap and of course had to go down on my knees.