“Anabel, if you would like to contact me I would be happy for you to run a story on the house but I think you should talk with Elliot about his design. He is the one who can talk about it with some authority. Gia, I suggest that you give me back the key you have to my house. I can’t stop the business relationship you have with Elliot, nor do I want to, but if you try to come here unannounced ever again I will call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. And if you try to maintain any relationship with Elliot beyond a professional one I will destroy both your professional and private reputation. Do you understand me?”
“Well, it isn’t often that I get such a delicious looking tradesman in my home. I figured since my husband isn’t here that perhaps there are some other things around the house that you might want to, um… ‘fix’.” He shows no reaction to my words apart from the swelling that I can feel under my fingers. Let the role play begin.
“I see. Mam, I’m a married man. I don’t mess around.” His now very erect cock is at face height and I can’t resist giving it a quick lick but I question the logistics of giving him a blow job while he is standing half way up a ladder.
“Well, I have nine inches in my hand that would say otherwise. Safety first, big boy.” Helping to take off the shorts, I take them and the screwdriver out of his hand and toss them outside the shower. By the time I step back in he has descended the steps. He draws me into his arms, pressing himself up against me.