All people having sexual activity in this story are over eighteen.
Sal kissed me and said, "Darling, I think she'll say okay having another child. She knows I want one, and she wants one too. Let's go to bed, as I need you back inside me."
As we walked to the bedroom, my mobile beeped, Mum had messaged me, "Barry, glad all is good with you, and things with Sal are working out; I think she likes you. We have an apartment in the village that you can have, but another thought I had was the cabin cruiser your father used for river fishing. Its luxurious interior has central heating, a bathroom and a shower and would be ideal for a young bachelor. Darling, tomorrow, buy Sal a lovely bouquet and a bottle of good Champagne; I know she loves Pol Roger. The other thing you must do is give her hugs at every opportunity; you must let her know you like her. If you feel she's right when interviewing Di, offer her the job. You feel you can work with her as you'll work closely with her. Get her to start as soon as possible. If she works with Carol for a couple of months, she'll learn Carol's way of doing things. Keep me updated on things. All my love, mum xxx."
I let Sal read it; she read it and smiled and said, "Darling, you are going to be pumping a lot of your delicious cock juice inside mummy now."
I smiled and thought I could pump some into Babs soon, too. That night was incredible with Sal; she had many toys and Coconut Oil in her bedside cabinet. She asked me to give her a Yoni. I took my time and gave her four massive orgasms.
As I massaged her Yoni, I spent a lot of time on her perineum and her tight asshole; she loved everything I was doing to her as she gasped with pleasure when I massaged her tight butt hole with two fingers. Getting her on to all fours was easy, as she knew I was going to ass fuck her now.
When I lubed my cock and slid so easily inside her tight ass. Ten minutes later, she had her third powerful vaginal orgasm. The third was the strongest, and her whole body shook. It was non-stop as I kept pounding her ass. That was the seventh orgasm I'd given her since we got into bed. It didn't finish there; I kept her on all fours, pulled out, and fucked her pussy doggy style. The relentless way I was fucking her, she loved it. The harder I fucked her, the harder my heavy balls slapped against her massive clit. Sal had never experienced this before, "Barry, this is amazing. The way your balls are slapping against my clit, you'll give me a ballgasm and it will be the first one I've ever had."
A minute later, she had another orgasm, and I kept pounding into her. When I told her I was close, this aroused her and told me to cum inside her as she was close to me. Two minutes later, we both climaxed within seconds of each other. We lay in bed afterwards; Sal said, "Barry, I love how we make love; you satisfy me in ways I didn't know existed. We are safe at the moment; I'm not going on the pill as I want this baby so badly."
The following day was exciting; Sal was so horny I woke up to her sucking my cock; she wanted to take me in the cowgirl position so she could look into my eyes and watch me looking at me as her massive tits bounced. We both came, then I did her pussy doggy style. I asked her what she charged for a Yoni and full body massage as we showered. She told me she was expensive as we were operating two different businesses. She had a gynaecology clinic, and I was providing a service for the residents of a Residential Village. In her clinic, if she gave a Yoni massage, she'd charge one hundred pounds per half-hour. If a nurse did it, it was fifty pounds per half-hour, with the nurse getting fifteen pounds for a half-hour of work.
When I told her what we were charging, she laughed and said, "Barry, that's too cheap. You're the only one doing it, so charge fifty pounds per half-hour, give the village ten, and you're all making money. Get a couple of Yoni V Steam baths; you get them and the herbs from Amazon plus the Goat's milk soap, and you'll make a lot of money."
Di was sitting in the reception area when we arrived at the clinic. Sal introduced me to her and asked if we'd like a coffee. Sal said the interview was between Di and me and took us to the massage room I'd used yesterday.
My initial impression of Di was that she was a woman with class. There was something sexy about her, and her conservative dress highlighted her voluptuous figure. I told her my mother owned the Residential Village, and I'd chosen to become a Massage Therapist because we'd found it difficult to find a suitable masseur. I also explained that our director of nursing was retiring in two months and was now searching for a replacement.
She replied, "Mr Parker, I felt so happy when Dr West suggested I apply for the position at the village; in the twenty-one years I've worked in the care industry, I have gained much experience in all aspects of care. Your website looks amazing, as you have created a community that provides them with various ways to spend their time. With my vast experience of dealing with drastic geriatric problems, I may be overqualified for your village as in the care home, I had to work with eighty percent of the residents having dementia."
I was impressed, as we had only two dementia patients, Ted and another husband with a younger wife. I replied, "Di, please call me Barry. That's the experience we don't have, but maybe one day, we may need it, and you'll probably have the experience to spot the symptoms early. You worked in a Convent care home. May I ask why you left?"
How she looked at me told me this was difficult for her, "Barry, it was for personal reasons I left. When I joined the convent at eighteen, a week later, I was no longer intact; I was a new piece of fresh meat for the priests and older nuns. Over the years, there was a shortage of nuns, as nobody joined the order, and the older nuns were dying off."
"For the last four years, there were only two nuns at the convent, Mother Superior and me; she was in her seventies. I was the only nun working, but the priests kept her on, as she was still a good fuck. She died two months ago. The council took over the running of the care home, and I stayed on; big changes were happening."
"Ten days ago, three priests came to the convent, all drunk. It was obvious what they wanted; I told them I'd just had my period and needed to shower, and I'd be with them in twenty minutes. I went to my room, packed all my worldly possessions into a suitcase and slipped out of the convent. The only safe place I knew was the daughter of a lady I'd looked after in the care home. She gave me a bed; this gave me time to think about what I could do."
"Two days ago, I contacted Dr West to ask if she needed a geriatric nurse. She didn't, but she phoned me later about the village, and now I'm talking to you. Dr West also gave me a thorough medical. I'm clean."
I knew Di was Carol's replacement, "Di, thank you for your honesty. When can you start? Do you need accommodation?"
She smiled and said, "I can start today, and I need accommodation."
I smiled back at her and said, "Super Di, it won't be today, but tomorrow afternoon. I don't know the exact time. If you give me your mobile number, I'll call you as soon as I know. Your starting salary will be sixty thousand a year, and this will include food and accommodation. In four months, we'll do a review. Do you have a car?"
