‘You know, I understand where you’re coming from. I got my marching orders three weeks ago because my other half couldn’t keep herself to hersel.... I’m James,’ He surprised himself with how open he was being with her, but he had felt an urge to break the ice with this gorgeous girl. ‘Skye,’ she had replied. ‘God, we’re as bad as each other. Are you sure you don’t want a gin yourself?’ She was so easy to talk to, and over the course of another two gins he took every spare moment he had to come. I licked and lapped at each ball has they were held tightly in his sack. I was looking forward to receiving his delicious thick cum, but with a sense of urgency, he gripped me by the shoulders and stood me up.I didn’t resist when he turned me around and started to bend me over a bar stool near his work bench. His big hands nearly ripped down my pants and before I knew what was happening, I felt his big, hairy hands gripping my waist, firmly holding my in place. I felt his rock hard cock rubbing. She let me know we'd be stopping by her condo. She was having it remodeled. When we arrived, we climbed the stairs and entered into the living area. There were three carpenters there. She spoke with the foreman about the work they were doing. When she was finished, she showed me the kitchen. Then she said, "Oh, come and see my new hot tub." She took me downstairs to her bedroom. The workers had completed that part of the home. She stood in front of me with her back to me as we admired her tub.. .. but vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.She.