Goodnight, Mr Richards. I'll take the ointment with me and do you at the kitchen table when you come down for breakfast." Goodnight, Wendy, and thanks... Sleep well."She slipped out of the room. Tim lay down and put out his bedside light. He stayed like that for a few minutes thinking how sweet and gentle Wendy had been and how fortunate he was to have found her."Jane darling," he thought. "I need to talk to you about her. Betty says she's fallen in love with me and I think I heard her call me. Thank you.’ After we had hashed it out, I felt better and life returned to near normal. I appreciated my mom in new ways, but I also hurt that she had felt she had to mislead me. But back to normal was better and things were better. I got involved in the couple of summer school classes I was taking and had my part time job, and things with mom were really better than ever. One day, it was a day off and I had nothing really special planned. I needed a new shirt for work, so I decided to go to. I'm suddenly very grateful the flash was turned off. Pardon me, I'll be right back.I nearly fumble my phone in the toilet stall, but my cold sweaty hands finally manage to open the picture. Much of her pussy is obscured behind her hand, but her gleaming pussy hair is slightly red; the carpet matches the d****s. The folds of her labia are in full bloom, swollen like she's freshly fucked. I contemplate snapping one off right there in the bathroom. I take a breath, email myself the picture, and. When you enter the room you can expect anything to happen, so you are on edge, and there is a sexual element to it, an expectation that he might want more than what's on the tray.I was just sixteen when I took a summer vacation hotel job, as a chambermaid. No were not not required to wear a uniform, as depicted in those fantasy videos, but I did dress appropriately, but I also like wearing the black stockings, as opposed to the tights the older women wore.Because I was tall, I wore pumps and a.