That night Holly fucked me really hard. She talked a lot about what we were doing and how good it felt. She talked a lot about how hard I made her cum... I could tell it was for Wanda’s benefit. I suppose Wanda’s hands were busy under the covers. I don’t know. I was too busy trying to give Holly the best fuck she ever had. I got into the spirit of things and did a lot of talking too about how hot and wet and tight Holly’s pussy was. I didn’t want Holly dwelling on sex with underage girls because. Since my great uncle died she has told everyone she wants to die. She is also a devout Catholic and goes to church two or three times a week and twice on Sundays. This is the other pain with her.Now why would I go and stay with someone like her? Well I got an additional payment from Social Services for doing this task over and above my normal benefit. All I had to do was be in the house between nine at night and nine the next morning, but I moved in to my own room just to keep out of her way.It. As I hugged and kissed him."Come get me a glass of wine and yourself one too or if you prefer a beer and we can sit on the patio and talk. I want to know how your evening and today went."With that I headed outside.He brought me my wine but had nothing for himself."Nothing much to tell. Now I better go and do your laundry."Before I could say anything he was gone. Damn that man. He's so fuckin' irritating at times. There he does the subbie stuff of doing my laundry but ignores my need to know. .” He told me then quickly scanned the parking lot.I went back to what I was doing. I leaned in and cupped his balls, moving them side to side as I examined them. I was very thorough. Very, very thorough. I saw two tiny cactus needles in the wrinkles on his ball sack, retrieved the tweezers and carefully plucked them out.“Did I hurt you?” I asked him. He just shook his head ‘no’ and then checked around the truck again before settling down to watch me.I checked his balls slowly with my eyes;.