" Ah, yes. I understand. Emma and Gerry the caterers will plate up some food for you." I am obliged, Mr. Chandler." I showed him the layout of the gro...nd floor and then took him into the kitchen, where Emma and Gerry, perspiring, were dashing around getting everything ready. Jason got straight into their good books by asking what he could do to help."Twenty minutes, Mr. Chandler." Emma called.I returned to the lounge and my guests. I needn't have worried as Bella had made sure that everyone had. Now, having exposed a most lovely site, smoothly shaven, not at all unlike a Georgia Peach, even resembling one sliced in half with the pit removed, her lips were a deep pink, almost red, parted easily as I deftly rubbed her clit. She gasped for her breath, when I placed her clit between my finger and thumb; gently squeezing, the nubbin of pleasure, and my other three fingers were busy groping into the dampness of her cunt. Bending down, now, I gently extend my tongue and begin a slight up and. Then she pointed to the vacuum cleaner and said ok now get to work. I vacuumed the entire living room area with her sitting on the couch seemingly watching television but more laughing at me stumbling around in the stilleto heels, it had to be quite a site. When I had finished that she said I needed to get up on the step stool and then she handed me one of those little feather dusters to clean the blades on the ceiling fan. While I was up there she had bent over under the coffee table to pick. My cock had got a little firm by the time I was dry and Joan had the opportunity to inspect every inch of me. I handed her the towel. I stood there naked in front of her, but she didn't move. My cock hanging between my legs. Then Joan said “Pull the skin off the end of your thingy so I can see.” I looked down and saw my foreskin was still loose and covering my knob. I reached down and pulled my foreskin back. “Show me all the end bit.” I lifted my cock and twisted it around to show her all.