We walked out of the building, followed by six other girls who were coming along, to find six guys waiting outside by the cars. There was a round of a...pplause when we walked out and girls twirled and showed off a bit before pairing off with their dates. Willy was there, along with Timmy, his roommate and the third guy from this morning, but I hadn’t gotten his name.Willy just nodded, but he was watching me pretty closely. I wondered if he had talked more with his father during the day? Whatever,. Again he passed the soap back to me. The bubbles frothed in the hair on his chest. As I soaped his prick I felt the veins running along his thick shaft, felt the tremors pass through his hard meat. He took the soap and put it in the wire dish on the wall. One of his hands massaged my balls, the other ran up and down the length of my throbbing shaft, over the swollen skin of my knob. Just relax and enjoy this he suggested, just let it go. His fist surrounded the circumference of my shaft. He. Too dodgy, the drawings were their intellectual property. I should rather bring my wife with me to select and plan what we needed. He assured me that I had come to the right people for my house. Quality and prices were the best. I agreed to make another appointment soon. This was a good, polite man, competent on every level.I sat a few moments in my car to get used to this new stream of bio-feedback. I needed to switch it off when driving but wanted to tune in to his first impressions of me.. "If you're gonna live under my roof on my dime when you should be on your own, you're gonna have to pull your own weight around here, missy!"She had yelled, pouted, begged, and thrown tantrums for a full day to no effect. "Get a fuckin' job!" was always the reply.Finally, Lauren relented and settled on a plan.She had asked her neighbors (He of the sucking-off-while-sunbathing incident and his ditzy, unsuspecting wife) if they had need of a babysitter. Turns out that, yes, they had desperate.