"Follow me into the living room."I noticed that the shades on her large picture window were open and, in fact, all of her shades were open. "The shad...s are open," I pleaded. "Someone will see me." You can't see in if you look from the street, so get in here right now!" So I slowly entered the living room and Sue was standing there with a vacuum and broom. "The first thing I want you to do is to clean up the floors of the house. I'll be checking up on you every ten minutes, so get to work.". Well after awhile we were both drunk and horny, so we made our way to a private spot. I pressed her up against a car in the back of the lot, I ran my fingers through her long soft hair, teasing and pulling. Her hands wandered up my legs to my belt. She unclipped me and ran her hands over my cock and balls, she knew what she was doing, taking her time, but soon enough she pulled down my underwear and squatted down kissing my thigh and above the base of my cock and then BAM she starts slobbing on. Catharine not only thought her hair added to her physical appearance but it also felt good as it swayed back and forth over her shoulders and upper body.Catharine was sitting at her makeup table there in the back area of the Maverick Club, putting on the final touches of her makeup for the first show of the evening, and trying to ignore the fact that she was already amazingly horny and she hadn't even danced the first time for that night's work. Her dark pouty nipples were already poking out. He and I were mates from our time in the Junior Leader's battalion. Gino was from the Italian – obviously - and was one of the most handsome blokes in the battalion, probably in the regiment. He had to fight women off with a stick, they use to hang around him like flies round a cow's arse. We, or rather he, had picked up two tasty sorts in a pub one Friday night, and they were definitely up for it; both of them fancied Gino, of course, but one of them would have to make do with me.The problem.