I opened the door and to my horror it was the dishwasher repair man. I had forgotten my wife told me the night before he was coming over. I felt tra...ped! I let him, somehow hoping he wouldn’t notice my hosiery while I showed him to the kitchen. I rushed over to the kitchen table so I could delete the porn I was watching from the screen. Trying to play it cool I sat down at the table and pretended to work.After about 45 minutes he was all finished and called me over to inspect his work. . ”“We know. His uncle and your stepfather have been urging our President to provide you with a reward and the opportunity has arrived. With the knowledge of the French government, we’re asking if you’d be willing to be the new commander of The Red Guard of Senegal.”Before he could reply, Jerry watched Claude press a finger to his ear.“You’re sure? Trace the plates and ID the driver… Hmm, I’ll ask.” Claude looked at Jerry and asked,“Do you know anyone at a Club Erotes?”“Why?”“A man named Samuel. I have a range of businesses, but nothing that qualifies me to make decisions on a matter of this nature, until I have advice from someone such as yourself.”“I see, yes. I know of Wraxall, of course, but it was Mr Ratskill, sadly no longer with us, who dealt with the estate years ago when the old Duke was alive. When the last Duke inherited he was no longer interested and we were told our services were no longer required. I take it from what you say that you would like us to give advice on the. I had received a couple of blow jobs from a previous girlfriend but never anything like this, he knew exactly how to hit the spot and as much as I wasn't sure I wanted this to happen I was totally powerless to resist. I lay back and let it happen, the feelings of ecstasy flowing through my body until I blasted my load into his hungry mouth, my body convulsed and jerked while he held me tight, swallowing every drop, not letting go until I was still and my cock stopped pumping. His hand ran over.