”Autumn said, “Ew,” which meant I had to say, “Job.” My mother hated the idea, which was an added bonus.Peter ‘Call me Pete’ Perkins was...a thoughtful, methodical man. Old, of course — probably almost 40. He did our house twice a year, but Daddy had gotten to know him because Pete and his family lived in Brookside.Autumn left for camp on a Saturday; I started my new career the following Monday. I asked Daddy, “Any pointers?”“You know what to do, Winter.” Typical Daddy. I knew fuck-all about pest. No. Go to the bathroom and clean up. Im going to change, and when you hear the bedroom door close, change again. This time say Chris. But&hellip, No buts. Trust me. I didnt say anything. I struggled to get up and went to the bathroom. I nearly fell when I first got on my feet and my huge boobs shifted. I reminded myself never to say Tiffany again. I sat on the toilet and felt him leak out more as I pushed. I sat there for a minute and got up to leave. I studied myself in the mirror and wondered. She was absolutely beautiful, small, curvy....alluring. Her nude body called to him, creamy light brown skin, hinting at her Hispanic heritage. Breast, beautiful luscious, high, firm breast that he just wanted to squeeze and taste. Her hair slid down her back like a water fall, down to a nice round ass. As ass that shook as the whip kissed her skin. She stood on her tiptoes, arching, asking for more as the whip was pulled back and landed on her skin once again. The moan that escaped her lips. I feel as if everybody is judging me as I walk through from the hotel lounge into the bar all by myself, but I don’t have much choice as Gabby is going to be busy for some time. I try and pass through as inconspicuously as I can before settling down on one of the high chairs at the bar. Tameka, the server behind the bar, smiles brightly at me, asking me what I’d like to drink. “Where’s your friend?” I fill her in on the gory details, and she smiles wryly. “Some friend you have there.” I knock.