Now for the wages. Both women gave each other a glance and then Mrs. Bradford said, "You will be paid £2000 per week for your services." Before Mary ...could say a word--she was stunned to say the least, Zoe Bradford continued on, "There is, however, one more duty that I have not described to you as of yet. Obviously domestic work does not normally pay £2000 per week! That figures out to more than £100,000 per year, and many executives don't make that kind of money, but the one last job. He then took his briefs off and I looked at his stiff cock which he lubricated and told me he was excited to see me. I couldn’t detect anything that was other than excitement at my naked body and dirty talk.He asked if he could wank for me and I offered to give him a hand if he wished. He showed me how slowly he liked to stroke and I took him in both my hands. He liked this and I was able to look at his foreskin drawn back and the extraordinary angle of his tip about forty five degrees off the. Sh...Her grunts, her moans, the rhythm of her sounds and movements, are as though she is being fucked, as though he had transferred his cock from her mouth to her cunt.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...She cannot say it yet. One last stand, one last fight to hold him off from the bastion of her dignity, her modesty, her marriage. But if he makes to put it in her, if that cock begins to push its way past her cunt lips...Her cunt will pull it in, her hands will claw his buttocks and. "Please? Please may I? Please?" Please what?" she asked teasingly."Please may I have..." I wasn't entirely sure what I was begging for, though whatever it was, I was suddenly desperate to have it. "Please may I have it?" Please, what?" she asked very definitively, arching her eyebrow again.I heard the kitchen door starting to open. Someone was about to step out onto the porch and see us here, me kneeling at Meg's feet like a dog. "Please ... Mistress?" I asked quickly, lowering my voice."That's.