I didn’t want a hot shower anyway. Plus, there’s nothing like a cold shower in sub-freezing temperatures. So, go ahead...hog the hot water. My wo...k was waiting on the counter, anyway. I concentrated my energies on preparing something hot to eat with the full understanding that a hot meal would be the only thing hot I’d have for the night. I diced tomatoes, and dropped some slices of center cut bacon into a skillet. The sizzling, the crackling, and the scent of the bacon hypnotized me,. I waseven allowed after dinner to sit and watch TV with my employers. I wassitting in a simple chair a bit apart from their comfortable settee,having my uniform dress on without my apron. Mr. Melissa was kind to meagain!DAY 7 (Monday) - DepartureI was up and about very early on Monday, feeling nervous. AutomaticallyI put a clean uniform dress on, I tied my working apron and I startedbreakfast.Mrs. Melissa was up early too and I served her breakfast in the kitchentable. As usually she. His eyes clung to the curves of her delectable ass as she moved, seeing the way her skirt caressed the molded flanks, how it dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of her buttocks. Maybe his mom was getting really frustrated, and she needed a man. With a sexy body like that, and the way she moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, she had to be a wild, hot piece of cunt. It was a shame to see it going to waste. Travis bit into the cheese and. They'd fucked for twenty years. Carl was sexually habituated to her. And he wasn't one to give up a habit very easily.Since her rebuff by cousin Kevin, Vicky was half crazy with desire. She wasn't showing anybody, but underneath she could hardly think of anything else but sex. On Friday morning she'd stayed in bed late. Afraid to try anything bigger than her finger, she'd brought herself off until at last she lay trembling and weak and still not satisfied. Then she'd gone down to the basement.