He curled his tongue into a pointy tube and leaned toward his goal. I was certain that in moments I would hear her say,”That doesn't feel good”As ...y digital desk clock flipped to 1:45 PM, Bob's pointed probe pushed inside my wife’s pretty ass. There wasn't one sound of protest. To the contrary, a soft approving moan escaped her lips while a little shiver rippled through her body. With thatencouragement, he started probing deeper. He pulled it out and pushed it back in. He licked around the. 'You feel lovely, darlin', ' she whispered. 'Here — let me put this on!'I felt her deft fingers rolling a Durex on me, easing it down, and then fondling my balls.'Feel me!' she whispered.I I pulled her skirt up and put my hand between her legs. She was very wet, and I fondled her cunt, rubbing it with the palm of my hand, and then slipping two fingers deep into her vagina, and she gasped.'I don't normally let clients kiss me, but you can, darlin'! — I want a man to kiss me, and feel his 'ands. By the time she returned in the morning to release him from his prison, the intemperate suitor was in quite a state, there being nowhere for him to relieve himself of his full bladder. It caused much merriment among the other servants, who had been made privy to the subterfuge, as he fled down the corridors clutching his privates,in a vain attempt not to piss himself. The maid herself just collapsed on the bed clutching her sides in mirth. I’m afraid to say that it was not long before everyone. She suddenly lunged across the counter, slappingher palms loudly on the marble and staring at me with wide eyes."What are we going to wear?" She asked seriously. "We should, like, youknow, get dressed up and all!"We were on familiar ground. My own outfit was coming together well andit was time to think about putting the girls together, especially withcompany coming in a few days. And Rachael had a plan, I could tell. Irelaxed against the counter and dried my hands slowly, making her.