I lay still beneath him. I was spent. All the struggling before had weakened me and now with my ass impaled moving and squirming only made it worse so...I lay still taking the onslaught but quiet to my surprise enjoying the feeling of my shaft rubbing against the carpet. I’d masturbated before in fact I’d done it quiet a few times and in fact Timothy had caught me more than once though it wasn’t as if I’d never caught him but on one or two occasions my sessions of self pleasure were a little. I do that a lot. Tune out. It can't be helped. Back in reality, she was talking about her daughter, and had turned her body to face the door in certain expectance. Just like that, the door knob turned and the door opened a smidgen. A face poked through. The eyes seemed to look about skeptically, in search of something it seemed to have already predetermined not to find inside."Is this it?" The girl pushed through the door, and dropped a heavy black Samsonite suitcase on the floor."Lil, come. And then I master myself. Tara is not paying me for sex. She's paying for my work. Again my palms and fingers knead and stretch those so perfect cheeks. And this time Tara moans, softly but in a way that seems overtly sexual and makes my sex tingle. I wonder if she is coming on to me. The work is done and I cover her holding up the towels so she can discretely roll over. Her arms at her side, I uncover her right leg and begin to oil her skin to wake it before I bend it back to her chest to put. ..spectacular!" Glad you came up. Wasn't expecting you though." I said as I looked up at her standing on the dock above me, a few whisps of blond hair peaking around the extremely tiny covering over her crotch. I could see there was a dark spot on the white material that had to be wetness from her pussy. The thinness of the suit allowed the outline her meaty outer pussy lips to stand out before the white material narrowed and disappeared between her legs. The reaction in my shorts was immediate.