The little tart is leaning across the table expecting damn everything. You realise instantly the seemingly demure Ms Georgia is a perverted hidden slu.... We just don’t know do we unless we take the risk. Yet if we ask politely we are usually rejected as timid. We initiate filthy touch and nothing bars our way.You realise your index finger is already up her tight petite arse, under her high cut skimpy sexy black undies. Who did she have them on for? It didn’t matter now. The tartlette is moaning. She was continuously denying that she is getting tickled (she usually gets tickled with a touch of a finger) and I continued exploring her body deeper and deeper. I could make out from her face the amount of pleasure she was getting with my touch.She had once said while texting, touch of your hand is so sexy that I go crazy. I slowly started going upwards and she stopped me saying “now don’t tell me you want to see my boobs also”.I smiled and thought, wish I could. I continued to feel her body. "That's quite a load, there. Is it good?" She nodded. "Don't swallow yet. There's more coming.” I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick into her cum filled mouth. A few pumps and I dumped another load, this time all of it, onto her tongue."Show us what you have now." She opened her mouth so Vic and I could see the double load. Damn, that was a lot of cum. "Swallow it," I told her. She closed her eyes, swallowed a little, slightly gagged, then finished downing it. She sat there for a. Parts of it werewonderful and others not so much. I took a hot bath, shaved my legs andarms, put on a silky night gown and went to bed.Then next thing I knew, it was 6:00 am. I jumped out of bed, shaved myface and got dressed. The maids dress was a little big, but I made itwork. It included a white apron, petticoat and a cap, white silk pantiesand a bra. After getting dressed, I started in on breakfast. As I walkedinto the kitchen, I completely forgot about the mess in the living roomand didn't.