He looked like he could still play in the NFL also; slim but extremely well muscled. He was dressed in a dark suit. His hair was almost shaved on the ...ides. The top was a faint Mohawk, like some of the MMA or professional soccer players used."Please come in. Mr. Walters, this is my husband, Jonathan. Jonathan, honey, this is Mr. Walters ... Joe Walters; Dr. Cromwell's assistant." The trip to see Dr. Cromwell went so well, my granddaughter is no longer sick." Well, Mrs. Stephenson, it's kind of. I replies “whew I thought you would slap me and walk away and I'd never get to talk with you or feed the dogs again, and I do like both opportunities, thanks”. She then said, “ok tomorrow I will be in your neighborhood around 1:00 pm, see you then”? I replied “yes see you tomorrow”. Well, tomorrow came, and went, no lady with the dogs, as did the next, and next, and the next several days, no lady with dogs. I had thought I must have really pissed her off, and that was too bad, as she was a lot. You and Greg in the kitchen, and I got so excited that I couldn't help myself.”“I'm very sorry to have interrupted you before you finished,” Jay said. “I'm afraid your brother made me mess my panties and my skirt. I wanted to get cleaned up before your parents arrived.”“I understand,” Marcia said.The maid looked down at her thighs and gently touched each of Marcia's knees. She smiled and willingly parted her legs. “I was making quite a mess myself.”“I see that,” Jay said and massaged Marcia's. Im not going to complain, though. Im his dirty little cunt, and he has the right to do whatever he wants to me, and Im not going to lie, I love it when hes mean to me. Thats it, baby he cooed, If youre a good girl for Master I might cum in your dirty cunt. Youd like that, wouldnt you whore? He punctuated his phrase with another hard slap to my tit. Mhmm, yes sir! I moaned, leaning back into him, Id like it very, very much Master. He sat up a little higher and started to assault my tit. He.