Her washing pots and pansWhile you scrub my toilet pansYou see us and you know your placeMy cream lubricates the masseuse?s face Tinkle her bell and t...e maid comesIn apron, fishnets and high heelsShe unlocks your steel beltI wonder how her cold touch feels ?You don?t come, but you?re nearEvery fourth Sunday of the yearWhat bliss ! Ameagre, ruined flickNo follow though - it?s over quick. You carry the butler?s trayBreakfasts aremy favourite mealsA hushed tapon my bedroom doorEnter ! See my cook. ” She moaned loudly. Her face getting flushed her breathing heavy. “MMMMM YESSSS FUUCCKK AH AH.” I feel her pussy juices flow and grip my shaft. That was all I could handle.” I’m Cumming Ah FUCK UH UH UH UH yeah mmm.” I pull out and shoot a rope of cum, it glances off her chin and lands on the side of her face, some into hair. The other three shots land on her stomach. I kneel in front of her, dripping my remaining cum on her landing strip. She rubs it into her pubic hair. “Mmmm yeah that was. " My mind instantly flew back to the sergeant that was so kind to me. "They might be right Stephen. I had a chance to meet a police sergeant not to long ago and he saved my life, literally." "You!" "What?" "You're the one my dad was talking about!" It was all I could do to keep my head up. "Dad said that you would be beautiful given time, and he was right!" He reached out and touched my hand and a shiver went up my back as something like an electric shock went through me. "Want to dance?". Because of junk comments, I restricted comments to registered users for my last few stories. Eventually all the girls were sold. We took in over 5 million dollars on the sale of girls alone and an extra 3 million on selling whisper clips. One guy bought as many as fifty of the things. I teach womens studies at university, he told Lisa. Theres an entire lecture hall of young, pretty feminists in bad need of conversion. Lisa gave him an extra fifty clips for free. Next years class, she said. .