He was worried that if Susan appeared too drunk she might get arrested and he might lose his liquor license.Joe assured him that they would keep her a...ake and alert.Lanny was not just getting drunk from all the booze. He was also flying high with the excitement of seeing Joe's arm slip around his sleeping wife's shoulder with his hand resting squarely on her breast. The thin dress material did little to hide her hard nipple as Joe talked with his friends and rubbed his thumb back and forth over. I shiver with pleasure. The shower takes forever to fill the tub, so I turn off the shower and use the faucet instead. Damn, I forgot to light the candles. I step from the shower damp and chilled to light the candles and turn out the over head lights. Soft music from the room plays gently, echoing against the bathroom walls. I sit in the tub eyes covered with a warm wet washcloth and I wait. My cock and balls rest in the soapy water. I fight the urge to play with myself. If he takes much. I told him all about the set tasks, and the time scale of completing them.Jerry agreed to help me complete the tasks, on condition that I was to give him the first blow job and at the end before he got off the train he was to be allowed to fuck me. Knowing you did not forbade me from fucking, and usually you gave me great leeway to complete the designated tasks, I agreed to his demands.Jerry and I slipped off to the toilet and slipped inside. With me sat on the cold steel toilet, Jerry quickly. I'd heard sounds from the master bedroom and sticking my head in, had seen movement out the french doors that led to the private sundeck. I'd only meant to peek but the sight of Roberta Mills laying face down on the chaise lounge wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties made my jaw drop and my young teen hormones start to boil.Roberta was 36, a true MILF with a body that she was at pains to keep fit and trim but with just enough flesh to make her incredibly sexy in my eyes. Short brown hair.