Then, Jenny could go to hell. I heard my door open, and Randy stood there in his shorts. Shocked, I stared at him in disbelief. “I have to work ear...y tomorrow, and Jenny has a hard time sleeping unless she’s had all she wants. I want you to come in and get her off so I can sleep.”“Randy! I can’t do that! I don’t do women.”He turned to go. “Fine. You said anything I wanted. Guess you didn’t mean it.”Fear shot through me and I raised my hand to stop him. “Wait,” my voice sounded small. “I’ll do. It feels so good, my pussy is aching and watering.I cross my thighs tight and they get wet from the cum on my cunt.I slide my pinky out of my asshole and slide my two front fingers in.They slide in as smooth as my pinky did, they are so sudsy.I slide one out then the other and then back in and then back out,then both in together.The suds are increasing on my asshole, dripping down my thigh, tickling the inside of my right knees.I look down at the bath water.There is a little swirling pattern of. I battled my feelings, that is, until the day I saw the little whore in the Imperial Garden, sucking off a lowly gardener.I caught them through the bushes, hidden in an alcove and seated on a marble bench. The gardener was an indentured servant from Spain, a muscular, middle aged man of considerable strength. Helen sat beside him while he held one strong hand on her thigh to keep her still, and the other on his hard cock as he stroked it. Helen looked upset and kept trying to look away, but the. “Oh! Um…who are you, may I ask?” Sofia said, standing up.“Nyssha, your genie,” she replied, setting the lamp down on the nearby table. “Now hurry up and make your wishes. I’ve got a bubble bath and the Fawlty Towers boxset waiting for me, so I’d appreciate if this didn’t take long.”“Wishes? I’m sorry, I do not understand. But I would please ask you to knock in future before entering my bedchambers.”“Wow, you’re posh,” she said. “And this place is pretty swanky. What are you, a Queen?”“I am.