Beside the pool were the tennis courts, where old
man Rockwell’s rich bitch daughter Darian was having a lesson. xxx sex They had been locked into her expensive runners all afternoon,
and reeked of sweaty feet. “Well, what have we here?” I froze as I heard Darian’s soft voice in my ear, mocking. This snotty rich bitch had me by the
balls, literaly. This snotty rich bitch had me by the
balls, literaly. Christ. I’d be lucky to stay out of jail, let alone keep my job. I’m sure you’re good with your…tools. …” she smirked at me and
bounced off. I was cleaning out the pool that afternoon, hot as hell because of the Malibu temperature. I’d be lucky to stay out of jail, let alone keep my job. She was standing right in front of me, all I could see, her presence so intoxicating…I could sense the sour smell of her body, the
heat in the changeroom wafting her womanly odour all around me. Her golden skin was beaded with sweat from the sauna, her
blonde hair up in a loose bun, stray strands clinging to her slick neck and moist back. This snotty rich bitch had me by the
balls, literaly. I
walked over to the bench and looked at the sixteen year-old’s clothes. “You’re such a perv, Tony,” Darian giggled mischieviously.
