" When should I expect him, or are you going to shackle me and bring me home?" That's a good question." I could see her tighten. "No, I'm not here to ...bring you home. Your husband, via Sandy, my partner, asked to keep my eye on you, to make sure you're safe." Is Sandy a he or a she?" Sandy's the woman who taught me everything I know about being a PI." And other things?" You mean..." Did she teach you how to make a woman purr," said Penny. Was she horny along with everything else?"I guess every. But when I got home, it didn't feel right. The tubing was too rough, the suction too consistent, and the whine too clinical and cold. The next day, I exchanged it for another one, but that wasn't not right either; too large to snuggle up against, and too cold and hard to have any sort of charm. I've been back to that store ten times, but it's always the same problem — it's not my old cleaner.At a certain point, I stopped being a mere customer and entered the realm of department store folklore.. Every single day, I use to wait for her to sleep. Then in the dim light used to stare at her breasts move up and down. If she sleeps facing the wall, I use to look at her ass and pleasure myself. This kept on going for many days. And trust me in the dim light with her mounts going up and down were my closest experiences of a woman’s body till that date.So I was content with it. Suddenly my shift was changed to early morning. I had to reach the office at 5.30. I told maami not to wake up for me. Once we had settled in, Maella hesitantly asked me, "Do... do you like my home?" There was something in her eyes, a desperate hope. "Very much," I told her, which brought a gleam of happiness to her eyes. Some time later, Maella and I were cuddled up next to each other, half buried in the soft bedding of fur and feathers that was spread over the floor. And as we drifted off to sleep, we both continued to glow from our latest round of sex. When I woke up the next morning, I was half surprised to.