"Good morning, Becca my dear. Right on time and it looks as though you've brought your entire army." Good morning, Mrs Bentham. Come and meet them."Sh...e introduced Mrs Bentham to each girl individually with some amusing remark to help identify each girl, such as Dawn painting ceilings because of her height. The girls then picked up their equipment and swarmed in. Within five minutes they were all hard at work on their allotted tasks. Becca and Molly went off to collect the paint.The day went. I let the spit drizzle down to my cock, pouring it all over the wet shaft and tip. “Taste it baby, it’s sweet.” I force her mouth back on. She resists a bit but gives in. Then I tell her, “That’s caramel and spit and mommy’s nasty foot, do you like it?” She gags loudly, trying to pull back. I hold the back of her head and laugh. She gags again but pulls herself together and starts to give up the struggle. “Good girl. Clean daddy’s cock.”Back to Grace’s pussy, I notice the candy canes are a bit. I Started pulling my vest coat up above my tummy and hiking my skirt up more so if I hunched over my chair I could spread my legs wide and easily reach my panties without brandon knowing. Ladies I can orgasm fast, but not fast enough for a quick rub or so every few minutes. Either way I knew it was surely a bathroom day.While Brandon took the afternoon to work on something else, I waited to take a late lunch. I made my move around 2:30 to the bathroom fully intending for a full 5 minutes to. "Where you headed?" He asks. "I'm heading to Smithson Ave." I reply, even though I know I'll have to turn down the ride. I couldn't think fast enough to have given a false destination. I mentally curse myself for that slip up. "Oh, I'm heading just past there, you want a lift?" He waves his hand inside the truck in an invitation. I look at the ground real fast, not wanting to keep the eye contact steady. I notice the rain drops splashing in the puddles already on the sidewalk. The vibe working.