Left hand still against the pages of my book, I pushed deep with my right, high on the presence of those in that room none the wiser. And the one who ...might be. His gray eyes bore into me, and I had a distinct impression of authority. When he looked down, blatantly watching me, I bit my lip. Now that he was trying, I knew he could see where my hand was.Chest heaving, I slowed. He glanced around the room, looking back at me lazily, telling me I hadn’t drawn attention. The sudden connection. ” The young lad eyed me up and down, and then said, “Ok, you will have to be quick.” I guess my cleavage and long legs had had some kind of effect on him. With all the rushing about, I had left the top 4 buttons of my blouse open, so I was showing more naked flesh than I normally would have. Tom produced his business card, which seemed to satisfy the young lad, who then asked us if we had anything special in mind. I explained about the party, and the fact we had. She had told me her flat mates were getting over the top and she wanted some space again. “It's not like I have to train you, Mom did a good job, you can even work the washing machine, we will be great together, I can even pay board”, she had joked. I was sure she missed her mother and this would help her in her own way.Over time Jane had started with the jokes again and smiled a lot more, we did work well together, sharing the cooking. She didn't screw her nose up at some of my meals anymore,. She knew that I was booked in for stud service the following week for the first time.I'd always asked her why they didn't you enter me in one of the heavy load contests, to which Fiona always replied that I was a powerful ejaculator, not a twentyweight load type.Thick gelatinous pearly sperm did not spurt across the table, it flooded out in heavy gobbets. So when the following week I was led into a milking parlour I was a bit surprised."Wank him quickly into this container Fiona." the young.