“Good afternoon, Sir,” I said to Mr. Smith as I removed my top and bra. “I’m going to miss seeing those big beautiful breasts every week,” Mr. Smith said, trying to force a frown, but grinning from ear to ear as I stuck out my chest and gave a little shimmy. “I can’t believe it’s already been a month since-” I said. “Since my husband and I fucked you so good you slept for 12 hours,” Mrs. Smith interjected as she entered t...