He wore a black suit and an immaculately white dress shirt and collar. At the sight of Rose, he retrieved a silver pocket watch, opened it, and arched...his bushy brows in disdain to indicate Rose was late even though Kathleen’s note specified no exact time to arrive. “Mr. Burton, this is Rose O’Toole.” Self-conscious beneath his scornful gaze, Rose curtsied and looked at the floor. “Rose is nineteen and come for the position of parlor maid.” Mr. Burton snapped the pocket watch shut. “Where have. I licked and nibbled her nipples, fondled her huge soft breasts, turned her over and kneaded her ass and flicked my tongue between the crevice of her ass. She enjoyed all that. She licked me all over and licked my ass and everything. Then I raised my arms and she licked both my armpits and ran her fingers softly over my nipples and played with my penis. She was a veteran; she knew her way to a man’s libido.I was now very very excited. So at one point I shifted my concentration to her armpits. I collapsed and Max moved up my body to kiss me. I lapped my juices from his face. “You were amazing.” He whispered in my ear.“My turn.” I said and surprised him as I flipped him over so that I sat on top of him straddling his waist. He laughed as I kissed his eyes, nose, and then his mouth. I nuzzled and kissed his neck and worked my way down to his nipples. I kissed, licked and nipped at them but was too worked up to take my time. I wanted to get to the main event. I put my head in his crotch. You have a lot to digest. But I have something which might help. He reached under the counter and laid a package on the top. “For you” he said. Then walked out of the shop and left her gaping, stunned, shocked and mesmerised by their exchange. She opened the package and pulled out a book, used, well thumbed. “The concept and guide to power exchange relationships”. She tucked it in her bag, took a deep breath and got on with her work.She devoured the book after her husband had gone to bed at.