But not a move. She’s well trained, my girl. I survey her with joy, her amber curls and sea green eyes?full lips that look like the gifts of a plast...ic surgeon. She could have any man she wanted, my Cleopatra, but she chose me, the maintenance man of our building, just because she saw me torturing my last girlfriend at the Woodshed, an underground BDSM club here in Fort Worth.?I recognized you, you clean up around our apartment building? I was nonplussed to see this gorgeous thing rushing up to. She yelled, “Wake up!” She open the bedroom doors fussing.“I can’t find a single clean fork in the kitchen. Get up and get every dish in here downstairs now. Then y’all are gonna clean this pig sty. Open a window for God’s sake. It stinks up here! Up now! I mean it or you’re grounded,” Marie sneered. She was a master of manipulation knowing what each of her k**s valued. “No prom for you, Bryson,” she proclaimed. “Malachi, you can forget restoring that car with Pepe and Dad,” she avowed. Henry’s rough fingers tangled in her long red hair, throwing his eyes toward the ceiling as her head bobbed on his long member. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing and lifting them as her mouth milked him. “Enough,” he finally groaned, pulling her off. Jane lay back, keeping her hand around the base of his shaft. Her knees lifted a little and she spread herself as an offering. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of her head as she guided the tip of his manhood into her hole. He pushed. She is still looking down, to embarrassed to meet his gaze.Marie had put her glasses on the toilet paper dispenser next to her. Steve lifts her chin and wipes away the tears running down her cheeks. Marie is so touched by this gesture that she even stops crying. Steve on the other hand picks up her glasses and puts them on her face. “Everything is alright, don’t worry.” He says while offering her a hug. For a moment he can see the light come back into Marie’s eyes. That’s what she needs right.