All characters depicted are eighteen,or above.
October sixteenth.
That's when Jack Bailey's life, changed for ever.
He was a handyman.
There wasn't much that he couldn't do.
General repairs, gardening, decorating, you name it.
He made a pretty good living, and was happy in his work.
Then, October the sixteenth came along.
He got a phone call from Nicole Davis.
Of course, he never called her by her first name.
She was too high and mighty for that.
It was always "Mrs Davis."
She had been divorced for three years, but had kept her married name.
And, her beautiful house.
Mrs Davis was forty three, had no kids, and was too hot to be true.
She had long, jet black hair.
She was always, immaculately turned out.
She was always, well made up, and smelled divine.
To himself, Jack called her,"The Beautiful Bitch."
Having said that, she provided him with plenty of work, and he loved the way she looked.
October the sixteenth.
Jack took the call.
"Can you come round as soon as possible, Jack?
I have some good news, and some bad news.
I'll explain when you get here."
"Of course Mrs Davis. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
He had booked himself a day off, but he made an exception for her.
Jack rolled up in his van, walked to her front door, and knocked.
She opened the door.
"Good morning Mrs Davis."
She looked at him with disdain.
"Follow me."
At least this gave him the opportunity to gaze at her perfect ass.
She was wearing a tight black skirt, a red blouse, and black high heels.
Jack followed her into the kitchen.
She turned and faced him.
"Well Jack," she gave a little smile.
"First, the good news."
Jack was a little nervous.
"I've decided to get rid of some of my handymen. The gardener has gone, and, I've decided that I shall only require your services, Jack.
This means you will have plenty of work."
"That's great, Mrs Davis."
Jack smiled at her.
"Yes, I was sure, you'd be pleased."
She continued.
"However, there is another matter to discuss."
Now, he was really nervous.
"Do you remember, two weeks ago, I asked you to fix the basin in my bathroom?"
"Oh, is it still leaking? I'm sorry. I'll sort it out right away."
She stared at him.
"Oh no, Jack. The basin's fine. But I want to discuss the matter of you, leaking, "
He didn't like where this was heading.
"If you remember, I left you alone in the house. I was out for two hours.
When I came home, you were gone.
That's when I checked my cameras. I've got them in every room in my house."
Jack groaned.
She picked up her phone, and pressed play.
She handed him the phone.
There he was. On that morning, after fixing the basin, Jack had entered her bedroom.
There, on the bed, was a pair of her black panties.
Jack had not been able to resist.
He had picked them up, and held them to his face.
They were warm, and very wet.
Mrs Davis was enjoying his total embarrassment.
"Have you got to the bit, where you're sniffing my panties?"
Jack nodded.
"They were very wet, weren't they? Half an hour before, I'd fingered myself to orgasm."
Despite his shame, Jack couldn't control his hard on.
The video continued.
He watched himself, taking out his cock, and jerking off.
He kept the panties to his face, up to the point where he came.
It was then, that he engulfed his cock, in the warm, wet, panties.
He gasped as his white juice, first as a spurt, and then, in droplets, oozed into the black silk.
He had then, taken a tissue, to try and dab the mess away.
He pulled up his jeans, and laid the panties back on the bed, in about the same position he had found them.
Mrs Davis watched him, then took something out one of her kitchen draws.
It was a small, polythene container.
She opened it, and took out the same black panties.
She walked towards Jack, and pushed them into his face.
"I didn't wash them. Do they still smell good?"
Jack actually thought they did. But, he thought it best to just nod.
He needed to be humble.
"Well Jack. You can have them."
She put them back in the container, and passed it to him.
"And now, to business."
