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Our Story Begins:
“Jenkins, how long have you been employed by this family? purred Mrs. Ruth Vanarsedale as she lay on her bed between her butler’s wide-spread legs, his rampant cudgel out of his fly and nestling in the warm, tender cup of her leather clad hands, her luscious scarlet painted lips scant inches from the tip of his bloated cock head.
“Thirty eight years, Madame,” Jenkins gasped as the sleek black kid-sheathed hands began to move back and forth rhythmically, the slender fingers lacing tighter around his solid meat.
“Good gracious, I can remember you as a child, but I had no idea that you’ve been with us that long,” Ruth whispered as she looked up at her butler’s perspiring face through black eyes that were large and incredibly beautiful. If Jenkins had been in a state to notice, he would have seen that there was no love-light there, they were cold, calculating and imperious. “I must say you’re remarkable for your age, you have the cock of an eighteen year old marine… just how old are you, Jenkins?”
“Sixty three … I retire in two years,” Jenkins rasped, humping his bony ass on the bed sawing his long, fat cock between her loving leather clad hands, the equisite kid lubricated now from the seminal drippings that were oozing out of the tip of his cockhead and running down his burly shaft, working its way beneath her fingers.
“Oh I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the details of your retirement, they are entirely up to me, aren’t they?” the ravishing Mrs. Vanarsedale purred as her gloved hands stroked artfully with the delicate, teasing touch of a feather, his massive boner throbbing urgently in her firm grip. “Yes they are, Madame,” the old butler cackled as his employer removed one of her kid clad hands from his massive organ and dipped down to capture his swollen sac of balls. “Y-Your hands … they … they feel fantastic.”——
