Here is the story on our first time: It was Saturday and it was raining out so Ryan was in his room when I go home. “Ryan! I’m home. ...hat do you want for dinner tonight?” I yelled upstairs. “How about you!” He hollered back. I still felt a little embarrassment at those comments coming from my son, but it turned me on none the less. “How about we have each other for dessert and we go out for dinner?” “That sounds great how about we go to Red’s steak house” He yelled down. I answered. Reena let out a small moan as she felt my member rubbing up on her and I knew that she wanted this much as I did.Then I pulled her up and straightened her using one hand that roamed on her body. Then my hand went inside her top and was squeezing her melons. The aroused maid was moaning even more loudly now as I undid her salwar, dropping it to her ankles and rubbing my dick between her thighs.My one hand went inside the house-help’s panty and found her hairy cunt. I rubbed my fingers over her. I grabbed a glass of champaign as Carol served me. I hated champaign but it was my party prop. I looked around the room, smiled and shook hands with some familiar faces, then approached a new man I'd never seen before."A wonderful view," I stood next to him. He was dressed in an ill fitting suit. He was about my height in my four inch heels."Yes it is," he responded quietly then looked me in the eyes."I never tire of it," I stated. His eyes never left mine. Usually I had to converse with guys. I about choked on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?"So Jeff goes into the story about how for the past year Bob had been placing bets and just kept rolling it up. If he won he said take it off what I owe you. If he lost he wanted to double up on another game. The Super Bowl had just passed and Bob took the Jets and the points and when they got the crap kicked out of them and lost by 20 the grand total was $25,000. Jeff told him to pay up. Bob told him to go fuck his dog he was not.