Amily the personal maid-2

“Eight and a half – is that big?” she asked. My weight rested on her palm. One of her fingers lazily stroked my balls.

“How can you be a virgin?”

“I was an army brat – not the rebel against my Dad and fuck every guy on the base sort. My Dad was a senior non-com. Everybody was afraid of him. Even the kids in my classes. Then I followed him into the military. Went ROTC, ended up in command positions, so anti-fraternizing regs got in the way.”

“Your hand feels like it knows what it is doing.”

“Since I took early retirement last year, I’ve slowly worked my way through a few guys. I figured out hand jobs by trial and error. Poor guys that got the errors. I recently started trying to give head. That’s how I got this job – Tasha’s uncle runs the company. I blew him.” Amily giggled. “I guess I must have done that okay for a beginner.”

“Clearly you’ve mastered the handiwork part,” I agreed, feeling my slit gaping open and my balls tightening to my groin.”

“But I still haven’t been fucked,” Amily repeated.