I just love going there."We girly chatted as I finished dressing. She was so sweet helping mywith my dress, zipping it up and giving me that last "ins...ection" beforeheading downstairs for breakfast. I spritzed on some perfume. Paulaasked to try my perfume and of course I spritzed some on her. We giggledand hugged each other. I thought being a girl is so different than beinga man.As soon as we were in the elevator, Paula commented on how much sheliked my high heels and asked why I wear them all. He would be seeing a lot more of the lovely Susan and her children.So it was that Susan cleaned the penthouse once a week. She always brought the children and Victor occupied the little girl, playing games with her, admiring the toys she brought and reading her stories. Susan was as usual assiduous in her tasks and the Victor thought the place took on a homely air for having a woman’s touch.He also paid her far more than she thought the job was worth, and she said so. He demurred, but her. I looked over my shoulder at him and he was covered in sweat. I thought he was about to cum but he was nowhere close. He stopped and stood me on my feet grabbed my wrists holding them in one hand behind my back and continued pounding me as hard as he had been. Joel grabbed my hair again and yanked me back, I kind of felt like I was immobilized for a breeding like when some a****ls will pin their partners down and fuck them until they’re done or they’ve cum enough to breed them. Joel pushed me. Her mouth sought mine, and our tongues entwined. I knew she could taste her own juices from me. Her leg slipped between mine and at last her thigh squashed my pulpy slit, to my pleasure. Her caressing hand trailed down my body, reached be- tween my thighs. She ran her forefinger smoothly up and down my oily channel, slipping over my raised clitoris and lightly into my vagina. “Oooh, like that, Slut?” she breathed. I ached to feel her within me. “Fuck me, make me.