“Does that feel good? However the more I shout and scream at him the less embarrassed Mr Klay looks. Xxnx “Does that feel good? After three children and 30+ years on earth it has taken a lot to keep my body in the shape that it is in. Through the distorted glass I can make out the figure of a tall, broad shouldered male leaning against the door frame. Once a year Mr Klay comes round and checks over the house with a fine toothed comb looking for anything he could fine me on. “Smile for me!” He laughs as he begins to thrust, pushing bulging head into me in one swift movement. Even so I do miss the feel of his strong arms embracing me at night, the tingles his kisses would spark and the shivers that I get down my spine when his hands
