Is that clear? And another thing, asyou don't seem to be my husband Bill, did you pick a new name for thississy maid you've become?"Blushing, I lowere... my gaze and replied softly."Millie." Well then, Millie, finish you chores. When I return we will need to havea long talk about this, understand?" Yes dear." Dear? I don't think so. A maid does not call her superior dear, orhoney, or any such term. Until I tell you otherwise, you are to refer tome as Ms. Baxter and address the girls, as Miss. Becky kept her little, pink clitoris exposed to the camera at all times. "Put a finger up," the director said.Becky pushed a finger up into her hot pussy. God, she was wet. Her burning hot love canal fit tightly around her finger, and in a slow rhythm she slid it in and out of her pussy. Unashamed, she inserted another finger, exploring the wet insides of her hot slit. Wet and slippery the finger slid in and out between Becky's pussy lips. The cameraman knelt down on the floor in front of her,. He trembles on his legs .. And he shoots .. thick .. abundant .. it flows more than it squirts .. because they are my fingers that take the bulk of the sauce ..We change the role .. again .. I almost did not unstrung .. I mug and again .. f *** in th .. painful at first .. I pace back and enjoy .. I guess France nose on his monitor wetting their fingers in subduing us ..Chills .. then again .. I squirted it's hard .. I give shots k**neys .. he insists .. I think for a moment that not going to. He paid his admission charge, which included the official brochure. “Are there any guides on duty upstairs?” he asked.“I’m afraid not, sir, as it’s Sunday.”Mark climbed the central marble and onyx staircase, the base of which was flanked by a pair of life-sized ebony blackamoors (a none-too subtle reference to the original source of the Chesley family’s wealth). Crossing the main landing, he sauntered into the principal bedchamber: an exercise in unadorned silk, satin and tapestry flamboyance..