.” I said, trying to warn her off as gently as I could.“Yankee,” she repeated, more firmly. “Make love to me, please. One last time.”“I ca...’t, Stephie. You know my rule. I can’t do it.”“You told me about you and Sofia. It’s the same thing. I ain’t been with Red yet. Please, take me upstairs and make love to me. I want you so badly. I doubt I’ll ever have a chance again!”“Stephie, what about Red?” I said, trying to bring her back to reality.“You let me worry about Red. It won’t cause no problems. He told me that I was pregnant. A few months later, my son was born. I didn't resist them, and, in fact, encouraged them to fuck me more. I've always been "warm natured," and it felt so good to be fucked over and over like that, that I was begging them to fuck me and cum in my pussy. They just did as I asked. Nothing more. After he was born, I came here and did odd jobs, and lived with relatives until I came to work for you. The rest you know. You pay me good enough to get all of what we need,. I loosened the silk tie up belt and her robe fell open revealing that she was naked except for a pair of red rubber panties. She stroked the crotch of her panties as I watched. ?I like rubber clothing, especially panties? she said. She continued to rub herself, ?I get so hot and wet in them, I?ve been wearing these since yesterday and now I need to cum?. I watched as her fingers rubbed the shiny rubber surface that covered her pussy. She stopped and put her hands on her hips. ?Pull my panties. She rubbed the inside of my thigh as I drove. I smiled and leaned over to softly kiss her. From the beginning of our relationship we had talked about our past experiences in bed, with our spouses and with the other lovers in our lives, before during and after our separate marriages. Although we had been acquainted during our marriages and become friends, doing innocent activities together or commiserating about our separate lives. There had never been anything sexual about it. Not that I hadn’t.