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I had talked to Sonia who gave me the lead for the job being a nanny. I had interviewed with the woman of the house, Mary Anne, who was a housewife. Mary Anne was married to Chris who was typically either traveling throughout the United States or locked away in his home office doing some sort of hedge fund or stock market work. Mary Anne spent most of her time exercising or at the local country club and was looking for someone to take care of their five-year-old boy, CJ, and two-year-old boy, Matthew, while she attended to other matters…namely exercising or drinking at the local country club. The interview was uneventful. Mary Anne asked simple questions about my experience with children and I exaggerated some babysitting I did as a teenager. She also questioned my availability and whether I had a vehicle and references. I answered all of her questions but did not expect to get the job. I was typically good at reading people and their facial expressions but the vast amounts of plastic surgery she had undergone made it hard for me to gauge her reactions. So I was surprised when Mary Anne called me four days later and offered me the job. I had planned on accepting it immediately but was thrown for a loop when Mary Anne explained the position bahis şirketleri would require living at their residence and being available at varying hours of the day and night. On one hand, the prospect of living in someone else’s home and being available at their request, more or less, was unappealing – especially for someone not accustomed to working, let alone working with a family and children. On the other hand, the money was far more than I had made at any other job and I would be rent-free. Mary Anne detailed which room would be mine. I recalled it from the tour of the house she gave me. The house was large and beautiful, of course, and that was before the addition they added on two years prior. I would have my own bedroom and bathroom; however, I would have to walk out of my bedroom and walk approximately five feet to the full bath on the left. My room would be on the ground floor, a different floor as the rest of the family, so I would still have privacy. After mulling it over, I decided to take the job. I packed up my clothes and placed them in my car. I said a tearful goodbye to Sonia before she left for work, although the tears were more for show than ones of feelings. I could tell by the look in Javier’s eyes that he despised bahis firmaları Sonia more than ever. Not only was she non-sexual with him but now she had provided the lead which took away what little sexual contact he received. He was forced into quietness, alas he tell of his infidelity. I asked Javier to help me break down the bed frame and he accompanied me down to my apartment. The truth was I planned to have all my furniture in the apartment as I did not need them in my new home. I simply wanted to spend one last moment with Javier. He seemed to truly care about me which was rare for me in my life. Javier knelt to begin disassembling my bed before I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with sad eyes. “One more time before I leave?” I asked with raised eyebrows. He pulled down his pants and I knelt, taking his cock in my mouth one last time. I made an effort to make this blow job superb. It was a thank you – for bringing me food, for being my friend, for being my main source of human interaction in this God-forsaken apartment. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I swallowed his cum. It was such a weird dynamic of eroticism, sexuality, and sadness.I stood up and gave him a tearful hug, said goodbye, and walked out to my kaçak bahis siteleri car without looking back. I sat in my car, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and called Conch. I had no connect in my new area and needed to stock up before I left. I requested an eight ball which he told he had had ready to me whenever I was free to stop by. I drove to Conch’s place and he let me in. It was dark inside with only one lonely light on in the corner of the room. “What do you need an eight ball for and where did you get the money for it?” Conch asked.“I’m moving and need enough to hold me over until I can find a new connect. And don’t worry about where I got the money.”The truth was I only had sixty dollars which Javier had given me but I was prepared to offer other forms of payment. I handed Conch the sixty dollars.“This is only half,” he said still holding the money in his outstretched hand. “I know. So how would you like the other half?”“In cash, Kelly. Cold hard cash.”“I don’t have that.”“Well, what do you have?”“What do you want?”His hand found my shoulder and pushed me slowly down to the floor.I had no other option and he knew it. I nodded in agreement and Conch dropped his pants right there in the middle of the living room. I knelt on the floor and took his flaccid dick in my mouth while staring up at him. It had the smell and taste of a man who had not showered in days. I tried to ignore it but couldn’t. I looked to buy myself some time.“I need to use the bathroom.”
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