Pulling her up from the floor, he threw her onto the table usually reserved for folding clothes. On her back, Clara spread her legs, eager for John’s hard dick. John, as Mr Smith had done, pulled up his trousers and left before Clara could comprehend what happened. Clara’s moans and groans became whimpers and screams as she began to orgasm. As she leaned against the drum, she began to turn the crank, vibrating the wooden structure. He began to thrust his hips, his dick sliding between her ass cheeks and pushing her clit into the wash tub. Mr. More wetness gathered in her loins, staining her stockings. He teased her with the head, wettening it with the juice of her sex and Mr. Both Clara and Mr. Smith would soon be coming down to check on her chores, and she did not want to have to explain why his laundry had not yet been completed. Smith would soon be coming down to check on her chores, and she did not want to have to explain why his
