It might pay better than frying Krispy Kod or Happy Haddock, but there wasn't a day when she didn't have to endure a torrent of abuse from at least on... of the tenants. She was plagued by the constant and very real fear of being mugged for the cash she had to carry. Fortunately, she didn't have to enter the council estates unaccompanied. Hackney Borough Council had no wish to see its employees mugged or murdered. Molly's companion on her rent rounds was a stout man of Nigerian origin who was. " There was some bumping and jostling, then her voice returned: "I'm in the office, so what're we gonna do?" I simply said, "Just do what you want to do to yourself and tell me about. I'll do the same." She said, "O.K."Long story short - we had our way with ourselves, and each other. The more we talked, the more we did. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside.. The other splash of cum starts to ooze down her forehead. She only becomes aware of it now and reaches up instinctively with her hand. Her expression changes with dawning realisation.“Oh, you’re smiling because you got to come on my face!” I am staggered by the accusation and look quickly sideways out the window to check that Mum has not heard Jo’s raised voice. She is still snipping away at the roses. “Let’s go back to the lounge room to talk.” I pull up my pants and Jo follows me back. “And do you think I could handle that?” “I'm sure you can. But, just to be on the safe side, I think you should get in a little practice.” “And we both know practice makes perfect.” “And I think you'll be able to get in lots of practice. But this afternoon will tell the tale. Have you looked at the appointments? We're gonna be pretty damn busy.” “We can handle it. So how about some after hours practice? I'm sure you can teach me a whole lot.” “How about after hours we do a real photo shoot?”.