When I finally got there I had my bag in one hand and the photograph of Jon in the other and walked all over the bus station without finding him. I was just beginning to get a bit worried when a car stopped beside me and Jon jumped out. He just apologised for being late, told me to put my bag in the back, and got back in. As we were driving away he said that he often had to work late, which was one of the reasons why he wanted a housekeeper. Before I knew it, we were pulling into a pub car park. I followed him into asian the pub, and we sat at a table and waited to be served. This was one of those pubs that have a restaurant attached and Jon had just assumed that I was hungry. Over the meal and a few drinks we just talked about our lives in general, never touching on the subject of discipline at all. Well, not until a couple of hours later after I had had a few drinks. I was a bit nervous, and was looking for some Dutch courage. All of a sudden Jon stated asking about the times that my Dad had spanked me. He wanted to know all the details, everyone who was there, what state of dress I was in, what I was feeling, during and after the spankings. He even asked me to describe how I played with myself afterwards. This was something that I would never have dreamed I would talk about, yet here I was telling this stranger all my most intimate thoughts. It just seemed right; and I imagine the alcohol helped. As we walked out of the pub, I was feeling quite happy, and was beginning to like Jon. We got back in the car and drove to Jon’s house, which was only a few hundred Hardcore yards down the road. It wasn’t a big house, just your amateur average small-detached house with four bedrooms, and a view out the back over the fields. Jon showed me round the place, and which room I was to use, and then made some coffee. It was just general chat over the coffee, and then Jon said that he had had a hard week and was going to bed. The real interview would start at nine in the morning. I went to bed thinking that this was going to be easy. It was a very happy Vanessa that went to sleep that night. Saturday April 18 - The Interview I woke up at eight fifteen the japanese next morning, got washed and then thought about what I should wear. I didn’t want to look too casual as I was going to an Interview. I decided on a different skirt and blouse, got dressed and went downstairs. Jon was in the kitchen eating his breakfast, and after saying good morning, told me to help myself to anything I wanted. I put some bread in the toaster and poured some coffee. At nine o’clock Jon called me into the living room and said that he was ready to start. To start with, he told me that the hours I would have to work would not be specific times, as he was at work a lot, and came home at different times most days. I would be expected to work as and when required to complete my duties. These included keeping the house clean, the cooking, the washing and the shopping. He would get me a credit card to use, but he would carefully monitor the bills. I would be permitted to have friend over to the house whenever I wanted, and could use the telephone for reasonable calls. As he did not expect that my duties would take up a lot of my time, he would not mind if I was to look for cutie a part-time job, perhaps working in a pub. I was then asked if I had a driving licence, and if I could sew. I was suddenly glad that I had spent the money on learning to drive. He then asked why I had applied for the job, so I told him again about being in a ‘rut’, and wanting a change. “But why reply to my advert in the magazine he asked.” I told him all about my feelings when reading the magazine, and decided that I wanted to give it a try. What a gorgeous fucking pair of arses!" I'll go do it real quick." “I need to hear it from you that you would be okay with that.” Before she could lick me. She hopped to her feet, her small tits jiggling. She traced my labia wrapped around my thick clit-dick. I am loving it. so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. Joe unlocked the car and Glen jumped in the passenger seat. I played like I wasn't paying attention, reading something, and when he went down to get it, I spread my legs as wide as I could in the skirt. Even then the words we shared weren’t nice. I take offense to that. And, she did not want the wrong reputation so she always says no.” The door on the right was right on the edge of the octagon surrounding cutie of the other door. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. “Oh look here they are” and reached under her pillow to retrieve it. The guy sitting next to LuEllen was kissing her neck and sliding his hand up and down her thigh. She Moaned in her sleep and I got hard. I told myself to move, and I started to turn away, but as I did though, I saw her spread her legs, bending at the same time. I gasped and shuddered, my asshole writhing about her cock. if she wanted me to. I know Hardcore that mine japanese was all swollen and wet and I guessed that Freya’s was as asian amateur well. We’ll figure it out.” I quickly stripped down and got on top of her. Emma had to keep telling her to get out of her way. After Donny described them, Jimmy laughed.