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" said the Vicar sadly as he left.The next day the Vicar's wife called by,"George," she called "Frederick says you are building fucking machines." Yes" he admitted blushing."Bessie says you are having to get a prostitute to test them?" she added."That Bessie got a big mouth, but yes." he agreed"This is not right, I need a fucking machine if I am not to suffer constant frustration yet you need to pay a tester, can we not reach an accommodation." I suppose we could sit down and discuss the possibilities with Frederick." he agreed.She walked round the workshop, George had laid out a testing bay, nice bit of rug on the floor a wooden screen and curtains."So my feet go here?" she sat in front of the machine."It has to be adjusted, and of course you needs to drop your knickers." George answered looking at the machine, the safety valve sizzled at 25 psi.A faint rustling and he turned to see the Vicars wife, the pillar of the community, trembling with anticipation and naked from the waist. The pay was good, and the house and neighborhood were absolutely beautiful. I had been babysitting there for a little over two weeks. I had seen their mail boy several times when I was out in the yard playing with Jenny. He was very good looking. He had to be around twenty years old, and with his curly brown hair, darkly tanned skin, and beautiful baby blue eyes, he was everything that turned me on and got my slightly wet, just by looking at him. I was out in the yard playing with Jenny when he walked by to drop off their mail, his cute little uniform shorts and white t-shirt making him look all the more gorgeous. I waved casually, and pulled my halter top down more, revealing more of my ample breasts. He waved back and walked into the yard to personally hand me the mail. Seduction technique working beautifully, I thought to myself, putting a smile on my bright pink lip glossy lips as he walked up to me. Jenny ran into the house to get water, so I turned my full attention onto the.
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