I was their little jester, put here for their ownsake to entertain them a little. That a lower class should get shitall over themselves seemed like no...thing so out of the ordinary forI supposed they had seen those rooms full of dog messes too and couldsomehow sympathize with me for what I was made to clean."You do good work, Jeff," the fellow said. "Don't let anyone fool yathere."I suppose he was right but what I was good at the most was in cuttingthe lawns. What was I even doing in here for. I smiled at myself. I bit my bottom lip and pouted. Then I smiled again because it looked so pretty."Tyballa! Are you going to shower or just stand there admiring yourself?"I blushed.There were two shower stalls, each with a frosted glass door. I chose one and turned the water on. When it got very warm, I got in, stood beneath the spray, and rubbed myself with the soap. After a while, Renee cracked my door open and passed in a bottle. "For your hair," she said. I rubbed the thick, soapy. You’re kneeling slightly on the bed as a result of your knees being bent. Your arse sticks in the air. I move round and spread my hand wide before spanking you 4 times on the right cheek of your arse. The redness starts to show through as I run my nails over your arse before brushing your pussy. It feels wet and hot and eagerly awaited what ever I had in mind.I lean forward near your face and pull your head up to face mine with your hair. I look at you and smile before kissing your waiting. Her lips looked swollen and slightly wet under a small line of dark hair leading from the top of her slit onto her mons. I knew then that she was faking her sleep. I leaned forward and kissed her left knee. I then dragged my lips between her thighs slowly, allowing an occasional flick of my tongue to touch her delicate skin. I continued to look up towards her face as I continued my slow march down to her wet lips. I took her foot and put it on the couch as I positioned myself to assault her.