How did I know this..?...because I am.......I was......her......husband. No, that cannot betrue I am meerly her maid. I present the coffee as she seat... 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. Our parents were planning on going straight to bed. So we decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and have a chat about all sorts of things, mainly about relationships as we were both at a point of being single again after failed marriages.The conversation moved on to sex, not sure where we started on this, but I seem to remember saying that I always feel horny staying at hotels, although unfortunately nearly always on my own. Sarah said she feels the same too and has often picked guys up. What's that? Yes, I do know what she's going to do. No, I'm not going to tell you. It's so fun handling you like this... Stroking and stroking, not letting you cum, watching you go insane with desire and wanting. I'm getting good at this, knowing just the right amount of handling and stroking to keep you frustratingly shy of ejaculating. Oh, David, I love the sounds you make when you're so turned on that you're driven mad with wanting! Uh-oh, it sounds like Mistress is home. Good evening,. After so many months of self-restriction, the effect was the most consummate of experiences. Awake and alert, her body tried to foresee his next move, but she had never been able to anticipate him. The ache between her legs grew so strong, she wished for her hands to be free so she could take care of her own moisture, but recognized the need for patience. If she pleased him, he would please her. Otherwise, she would be punished and perhaps even denied her release. She looked to his eye for.