" said Valerie.Megan left and, after another fifteen minutes of painting Valerie told Robby to go to bed. She was tired too, and relaxed from her bath...oom masturbatory session. When she got to bed herself, she surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more slowly. It was painfully sweet.She unashamedly thought about her little boy's not-so-little penis while she came.Two rooms away, Robby's fist flailed his cock frantically, the vision of his mother's open robe and. The story revolves around someone else. They had hired a new maid and she was a nice piece of work. In the recent days our family maid was starting to get too annoyed with the amount being paid to her and the work she had to do each day …As things worsened she started taking days off very often and one fine day stopped coming to work. I had no idea about all this as I used to be through the day at College and then to my extra classes. One weekend I came home earlier than usual and noticed. ” “Do that for me now. I want you to keep touching your breasts and make yourself wet.”After taking a breath, she took both breasts into her hands enough to tug them and pull on her nipples, then her right hand started touching that delectable pussy. Cee, too, used one hand on her own breasts and let the other continue to discover the territory between her opening and her clit. “Do you ever masturbate, Katie? I bet you do. Do you like to make yourself cum?” The thought seemed to do. She was as hot as the pits of Hell and he wanted nothing more than to be damned to her for all eternity.‘Just fucking break baby,’ he thought, holding her squirming body still.She whimpered, her voice finally cracking after hours of this torture. “Joe ... I... , “ she paused considering any other lies she could tell. She sighed, realizing she was backed into a corner on this.“It was ... him. His name is ... Jack. He was just trying to help me,” she lied. She knew she just secured Jack’s death.