. Oh, sorry, I’m getting carried away here. Anyway, every time I thought of Leathers cumming I imagined how it would feel inside me. I never told An...gela, but when we had sex together it was always the thought of Leathers fucking me that got me off. I finally had to come clean, excuse the pun, and tell her I wanted him to be my first.“That’s cool,” Angela said. “He fucks me every once in a while. He’s actually pretty good.”“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why didn’t you ever say. I hear the creak of the stairs as someone heads down. I know it must be him, as he attempts to be quiet but he doesn't yet know the secrets of the house, and which steps to avoid. I pause in my rubbing, knowing that I will cum in seconds if I continue. I keep my hand holding my panties to the side, listening and anticipating each step, wondering if he will come all the way down here or stop in kitchen and go back to bed. His feet come into view first, as he continues down the step. It takes all. Nah, wishful thinking...“My clocks a bit out I guess, thought I might come down anyway.”“Oh right” I noticed every time he served any meal, Jack made very little attempt at conversation. I could see why now, his voice didn’t exactly fit into a private school. He probably lived in a council estate near the town. Bless him, probably feels out of place here...“So...up to much?”“Nah, not really. Just getting the pots ready for breakfast before the chefs get here.”“What’s it like in the kitchens?. He took me down a hall and swiped a door lock and let me in. and told me there was a problem with the tub so no one was going to bother us.He wanted to fuck me, but I told him I had a rule that the panties stay on. When he realized he was going to get sucked off, that did not seem like such a bad thing. I was just jacking him off when the door opened and there stood two plumbers, one older and the other my age. The hotel clerk guy shot a wad, saw them and fell backwards trying to get his.