Yeah. I mean, you just look good, baby. All fresh out the shower," I said. Not a lie.She smiled and kissed me deep as she hit play on the cooking show... We were making out on the couch and before I knew it, she was rubbing my cock through my shorts."Babe, your mom is home, and your dad will be, too, any second!" I tried to warn her as her skinny little fingers slipped their way past my waistband."So?" she said devilishly.It wasn't an unlikely scenario that we'd mess around while her parents were. Ladies notice jewelry, even wristwatches and even though she was glad to get the time from Tim she noticed the watch seemed small even delicate on his wrist. It looked like a ladies wristwatch! The lady noticed Tim’s small stature and delicate features that seemed to match the watch as she moved past him and took her seat. And as she passed she noticed a faint scent of what she thought was ladies perfume! She glanced back quickly and looked him over once again but passed the notion off as she. .. Ms. Brendan, if I sign this, I agree to be paid for this like a prostitute. I mean, it was just my own husband...” She complained.“Who happened to be my employee. And didn’t you do it because I told you to? Would you have fucked him so often otherwise? I told you to fuck my employee merciless, fuck with him day and night, the whole weekend. And you did as requested. That makes you already a ‘prostitute’ if you think of it, whether you’re being paid for it or not.” Ms. Brendan looked Donna in. I watched him cast aside his suit and still admired his firm body, very good for his age and one that until so recently I had been forced to (and often glad to) serve. His strong arms, his taut stomach and his thick dick, currently flaccid, hanging between his legs. He tossed his clothes onto the couch in my office and I beckoned him to come closer."Roger, I want you to go and unlock the door. Let's allow a little risk here shall we."He turned shamefaced from my instruction, aware I had found.