” I smiled and swallowed, trying to get my throat to feel normal again. I had never thought I was good at sucking cock.“I can’t wait to spend ...ore time with you this summer.” He let out a sigh and stretched a bit, “I need to piss. Open your mouth for me.”“Sir?” Was he fucking serious!?“Hey, we have to get to know each other, right? This is something I like, something I’ll need from my wife.”“I don’t mean to be disrespectful sir, but may I ask why?”Chance chuckled and leaned forward,. She stopped cold, "Ooh, what are you UP to?" I was UP to nearly seven inches... that's what! Smiling her "Ooh YESS" grin, she surveyed the scene unbuttoning her blouse before she spotted something a little different below and behind my dangling balls. The bottom of the bottle rested on the floor, the balance of it was in my 'bottom'."Ohmigod, is that what I think it is?" she asked. It was!I had her crouch down and let her see the "bottle" nearly all the way in. Again, her clothes flew in all. When she opened the door she was dressed in a very short black skirt, black thigh highs, tall black high heels and a white blouse. I walked in and she started to kiss me deeply, before the door had even closed. Her wet mouth was against mine, she had on the same sweet perfume as the last time…her hands reaching down to my already hard dick. We headed upstairs, she walked very slow and deliberately…lifting her skirt ever so slightly providing me a glimpse of her round ass cheeks. She had a. "No problem Mr. Gustavsson all finished," I said,as i wiped my hand with an old rag , "I'll be out in a minute!"After gathering up all of my cleaninggear, i headed out to the truck to make out the bill. After all thecleaningproducts and labor were included the total came to $100.00. "Not to bad," i thought , as i wentback into the house and handed the invoice to Mr. Gustavsson, who looked it over for what seemed tobe a very long time. "Is there a problem Mr. Gustavsson," i asked . "No, there's.