'Do you need a hand with that?' I softly asked. I heard the door unbolt, and a tall, rather distinguished gent, about 70 years of age, stood there wit... his cock and balls pushed forward out of the front of his trousers. A smile crossed his lips as he looked me up and down, and he said, 'Oh... yes, son.' His eyes were already looking over the uncomfortable bulge in my trousers. 'Get your cock out!' he ordered. A little bit shocked, I unzipped myself and my now fully erect penis pointed at this. I get into the queen-sized bed and usually push the top sheet to the side. I stretch out and lightly tug on my nipples. After a while, I run my fingertips down my sides as far down my thighs as I can reach. When I feel ready I spread my legs a bit and put my index finger into my vagina. I love feeling the wetness. I move it in and out a few times and then I roll slightly to the side so I can use my wet finger to sort of tease and coat my puckered little ass with my wetness. I've never been much. “Yeah, like you would know about it.”“I do," replied Brooklyn, "Jake Johnson screwed Ms. Murphy at his house.”Jo Murphy was another first-year teacher and Jake was the quarterback of the football team.“How do you know this?” Brady asked.“Jake's girlfriend Shelby told me about it,” replied Brooklyn. “Apparently Ms. Murphy likes it rough. She let Jake tie her up. Shelby and Jake are thinking about Jake calling her back to his house again so the two of them can fuck her.”“Shelby is bi?” asked. The father, this late 50 year old was looking at me, constantly. I can't tell you if I'm an expert at reading messages, but I kinda had an image in my mind that he did want me. Can't really tell his son to tell him if he wanted sex or not, would of been a very awkward conversation. I winked at him, he got that message. Later that night, I was sleeping in a room that was the servant's room. I did feel bad, the father kicked out of her room for some foreigner to sleep in. I paid her secretly, to.