Sandra then looked at the boy again, and she saw him smiling at her breasts. For just a moment, she had the urge to cover her breasts and pussy with h...er arms and hands, but she decided against it. She had to tough it out and do her job like on any other day. And even when she hoped that he would leave, it was obvious to her that he wouldn't do that. He was just too interested in her body, it seemed."He is just way too young to look at me like that," Sandra thought.But then she also thought. Were they just in bed sleeping? Was he slowly and passionately making love to Jen? Or did he have her in his room, tied up to the cross and whipping her for his pleasure? Before my imaginings got too far out of control I wheeled my car out of the cul-de-sac and drove. And drove. And drove.I didn't have any destination in mind, and I really don't know how long I was driving, but I became conscious of where I was at as I realized that I recognized the tree-lined street that I was slowly cruising. She was like a vulture, always hovering at the edges, waiting to swoop in and devour a dying animal."Ms. Shelly, this is work, not a coffee social," she snottily said, looking down at me over her long nose. "Stop flirting with Mr. Upton and do your work. I need those Medicare invoices." I wasn't flirting, Mrs. Dicks," I answered. Gretchen is a big stickler on last names. I pitied the poor man married to this harridan. "I'm gay, remember. And married. So, if you wouldn't mind, its Mrs. Shelly.". I had a plan. I would wait until she got back (after all, she might be a little tipsy) and I would jerk off in my bed again, but this time a little louder, with the hope that she would watch again.The time came. I heard the car door close. I started the porn video I had ready. I was naked above the covers. I heard the door to the house open. I began stroking. I heard her footsteps in the hall. I began to moan a little. Silence. And then, after a few minutes, I heard the creak of the door. She.