Mr Gerrard was a strange man, from his mannerisms he was a military man but I don’t think he was in any of the forces. He gave me a full list of jo...bs and insisted they were completed, to his satisfaction, by the weekend, as he was going away, he informed me.The list included clearing his garage, gardening, fixing some slates on the roof, the patio door lock etc. etc. I set to my tasks, starting early in the morning and working to late in the evening, I didn’t see Mr. Gerrard until he returned. He stood me up and leaned me over the bed and slid his cock in my pussy from behind. Oh yes. I love being fucked from behind. It hits all the right spots. He started off slowly at first and then got faster and faster. Then he was fucking me VERY hard. I was moaning so loud feeling his cock fuck me like that. He put me back on the bed and put my legs over his shoulders. His cock went so deep in my pussy like this. Mmm…. it felt so good being on my back with his cock slamming into my pussy. Being. I went to the kitchen, quickly fixed coffee, and brought the mugs into the bedroom. We shared a shower, and while Sandy was getting dressed in a sharp new business suit and finishing her hair, I prepared grapefruit and English muffins for breakfast. She was going to take my car to get to her interviews in Bethesda, so I pointed out the easiest route on a map and made sure that she would have it with her. We left the apartment together, and after a hug and a kiss, I wished her luck and set forth. She was clearly eighteen; her “proportions” boasted her physical maturity while their perkiness showed her untapped youth. She was rather tall for her age, standing at six feet, maybe a few inches shorter than Isaac himself. Clashing with her pale skin, she had long black hair that was braided into a ponytail with two locks framing her teardrop face and big brown eyes that looked as though they belonged to a kitten begging for food. That smile of hers, there was something particular about it..