Saturday Afternoon

A light lunch and then more cleaning. One problem with having a house this size is all the cleaning. And there’s only one of you to do it. You could hire a cleaner, but is it worth it? {if Agatha > 0} You’re spending most of your money on Agatha in the garden. You can’t afford a cleaner on top of that.{else} No, no, if you couldn’t afford Agatha, you can’t afford a cleaner. After all you know nothing about gardening. You do know something about housework. {endif}

You’ll just have to carry on doing the housework. Unless you can persuade some of your students to do it for you. Imagine them in maid’s costumes. What starts as proper maid’s costumes, turns into sexy maid’s costumes, less cloth more flesh, turns into them cleaning your house naked. How quickly your mind turns to your students naked. You’ve got to stop that. Ok, you’re fucking some of them, but that doesn’t mean you can fantasise about all of them naked.

God, you’ve now got a massive hardon. You were about to go shopping, but you can’t go shopping with this showing. Instead, you boot up your laptop and find some porn. But porn feels unsatisfactory. The girls are as beautiful as ever. But your palm is not as rewarding as a genuine tight pussy. And images of bouncing naked teens is nothing compared to your memory of genuine naked teens. You cum but the pleasure feels less when there isn’t a woman wrapped round your cock milking it. Your erection deflates but you feel like you could go again.

And it’s late. You should have gone shopping, but it’s too late now. The supermarket at the edge of town will still be open, but you don’t feel like facing it. Maybe you should get a takeaway, or eat out?