We chatted about what she had been up to and how I got caught out in the rain as we drove up our steep long road. Instead of driving past her place t...o mine (I live one house further along) she pulled into her place and drove into the garage. "Come in and I'll help you dry out" she offered. Hmmm, this sounds promising I thought as I got out of the car.From the garage into the hall and down to laundry was all tiled so I didn't mind dripping everywhere. "Just hang here for a sec and I'll go. I let my legs relax and gap open, allowing him easier access. It was pretty clear where he was headed, and I was interested in the result."Do you like that?" Eddie whispered in my ear."Ummmm," I answered. "Oh, yes. It feels... delicious." I could feel his lips smile against my ear, and then he stuck the tip of his tongue into the canal, again. I was growing fond of that move, which always sent tingles running up and down my spine.Eddie's fingers inched higher, up between my thighs. As I had. . Master!" she cried as I began pounding in and out of her. I fucked her hard and deep and fast as if I was trying to drill a hole through her. Fortunately, the back of my car was pretty flat and smooth with no hard angles so my powerful thrusting wouldn't hurt her. My cock pistoned in and out of her like a deranged oil rig drilling for crude. She writhed and squirmed as much as should could which wasn't much since I had her pinned to the car with my legs and hips, my hand held her wrists. She needed a few days doing only what she wanted. By the third day, she had recovered enough to entertain married couples. After another two days, she requested to join the pre-lunch selection.Marcy filled in as cook. The companions who spent a lot of time in the kitchen helped her a lot. Her first breakfast wasn’t perfect. But it wasn’t a flop either.Marcy knew they had to hire another cook. She asked me. I said, “4R might work.”This confused Marcy. “What the fuck is 4R?”Sorry. 4R is short for.