.She had attended the same school I had, and came complete with a letter of recommendation from my old economics professor. Her senior project was one...with which I was very familiar.Needless to say, she got the job.There was much to be done, and no time for flirting, so we got busy. We worked virtually around the clock for seven months, taking minimal time for baths and meals, everyone pitching in with their best efforts, and no one worked harder than that young woman. She was tough, organized,. “I guess a lot of people thought that.”Betsy said, “Even after I started my service, I figured that I’d have to marry a professional wrestler.”“A professional wrestler? Why on earth would you think that?”“I was afraid that I’d break any normal guy,” Betsy said.The three mothers were quiet while they considered what Betsy had said. Each of them realized that it was a legitimate concern on her part. She was extremely strong and had always had to take care to not over do it when hugging. The idea. When I was in the kitchen, I heard noise above me. I didn't think anyone was there so I slowly crept towards the stairs. I saw a light coming from Sam’s room and slowly walked up the stairs. As I got closer, I heard Brittany’s voice. I peaked into the room and saw Brittany get down onto her knees in front of her boyfriend. Her back was to me as I watched her head go down. From Tom’s moan, I knew she had just put his dick in her mouth. I couldn't believe I was watching her suck her. "I answered by pleading, "please don't do this to me, pleaseplease don't I just want to do my job and go home."Whack. My head swung to one side as a hand slapped my facereally hard making my eyes water."Shut up who said you could talk. Sluts speak only when theyhave permission. Do you understand?"I nodded my head.Whack. He hit me again. "The answer is yes sir." Yes sir," I said in a shaky voice.I felt his hands on my arms and felt cold metal on skin and twoclicks and my hands were.