When she'd opened the front door at eleven thirty and slipped inside, closing the door quietly, she'd found Mom waiting, sitting quietly with a side l...mp on reading a book.Mom had smiled softly. "You're home. Did you have a good time?"Perhaps it was the way Keira said "Oh yes," that made Mom pat the sofa."Come. Tell me everything."Keira didn't know how, but somehow Mom knew and, rather than showing any disappointment, she'd cuddled and comforted and talked, letting Keira know what the limits. “There,” Jill said, “I told you we’d sort something out. You can spend the weekend getting this place clean though.”Monday March 21stSo, today I started off working for Jill’s mother over at her house. Firstly, it’s enormous. There must be eight bedrooms, there’s a pool and a gym, a big living room that opens out onto the garden, a kitchen that’s almost the size of my flat and lots of other utility and service rooms. It was as much as I could do to remember where all the things were as she. “The thing was, Jesse, I really didn’t need the money. My first husband, Jerome, was a very brilliant doctor and was well off in his own right. When he died, I inherited about a third of his estate, the rest going to his children from a previous marriage. So, all told, I had a lot of money. When I remarried and moved to Scottsdale, I kept all my assets separate, as did my husband, Roger. He is well off as well, so there was no need to merge our funds.”“So ... the long and the short of it is. He kisses up her rear and makes his way to the small of her back. His penetrations almost as pleasuring as his manhood would feel in her. He removes his finger from her wetness and reaches in front of her. Continuing where he left off, two fingers this time. He pulls his finger from her ass and reaches around, fondling her breasts. Lifting her in an upright position where he begins to kiss her shoulders, her neck, and her ears. She can feel his manhood reach its fullest potential of hardness.