This thought had no sooner entered her mind and there was a knock on the door. Good, thought Sandy he actually made it close to on time for once. She ...urriedly answered the door but it wasn’t Mike. It wasn’t Mike at all! The man standing at the door was Richard the gardener. Richard was a huge and impressive man. Black as coal and standing 6 ft 4 with no shirt on at the current time. He had been working in the yard and asked if he could use the bathroom. Sandy looked at his chest and watched. I am so excited I start to pull on the dildo so the strap can rub harder against my clit and just as I'm about to cum I hear a knock on the door I explode I look through the peephole and I see you...I open the door and you are dressed in a white shirt and beige pants you look and you say on Ma'am excuse me should I step out I say no why don't you cum in and I close the door behind you. I look down on the ground and say Ma'am that will be 100.00 and I look at you and say mmmm how about I pay. He had already moved the first ten applicants to the trash file, when he realized that the kids that were applying were not what he was looking for, or he felt were not really interested, but being pushed into it by dominant parents. Thats the last thing he needed. The only thing he hated more than snotty models, was overbearing parents, trying to relive their lost chance at celebrity through their offspring. He found one possible boy, but he was more suited to the conventional side of the. ” He leaned down and starting licking her clit again. The second his tongue hit her clit, she exploded. Her hips arched and bucked, pushing his fist in even deeper. He kept pounding her hard each time he twisted his fist down. His tongue was relentless and his thumb felt almost like a cock in her ass. The ropes restraining her legs were restricting her movements and she strained to arch her back further. She was bouncing so hard, she was afraid the table would break. George just kept her going.