..I was......her......husband. No, that cannot betrue I am meerly her maid. I present the coffee as she seats herself onthe couch."What is your name?"...Maid Sixty-nine." Not David?"Her eybrows raise in question, but I struggle to understand what shemeans."No Mistress I am Maid Sixty-nine and I am yours to command."Her frown disappears and she visibly relaxes."Well at least now you have a purpose in my life, all be it a submissiveone," she smirks.She picks up a near by phone and dials a. Because in Bangladesh as per Government Rules 7.5% maintenance charge plus entire house rent is deducted from the salary for service quarter and as my salary it becomes an amount of Tk. 15,000. But I pay only 10,000 for my rental apartment. So I never avail service quarter. There is only one problem that every after few years I have to change the apartment as the Govt has no control upon house-owners and they increase the rent as desired and which becomes a burden on the dwellers. As a result I. Anyway, I knew it was working, when his "Mmg... mmg... mmg" rose to awhiny high-pitched "Nng... nng... nng!" I could even feel his moistureseeping through his bikini crotch.I yanked the bikini front down and cupped my hand over -- a nutsack anda hardening cock! Yanking my right hand away, I slammed him aside withmy left and ran off, my stomaching heaving. ******************************My nose and mouth, and my right hand, both felt irrevocably stained as Ijogged homeward -- stained. Her muscles convulse once more, her toes curl as the waves of pleasure reach her extremities. She cries out in a low, guttural groan that fills the house. Her stomach muscles pull the object in once more, where it pauses for a second, before moving again. She is hit by a third wave of intense energy that courses through her body. She shudders, her fingers trembling, her muscles tightening under the strain. It draws to a close, her entire body goes limp as her blue eyes open, her face serene and.