She was a small brunette with curls, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the only thing that denoted her place as a fellow Club Gomorrah Servant...was that her outfit was missing a chest section, leaving her large breasts exposed for all to see.She curtseyed before us. “Oui (Yes) Master.” She was a quiet, soft spoken little thing with a french accent. The master proceeded to order a fluffy scrambled egg and toast with a cup of black coffee and glass of fresh orange juice for my breakfast.. Sarah requested that you turn over and lie on your back with your head looking up at the celling. You did as you were told as no request now would have been disobeyed, Moving to the head of the table Sarah placed a small piece of material over your eyes and without hesitation proceeded to raise her uniform, pulled her gusset to one side and place her wet pussy over your mouth allowing the juices to be smelt by your nose which was only millimeters away. Your hand gripped the back of her bottom. All too soon I fought that familiar feeling and told her that I was quickly going to cum. She froze, mid-hula and waited to see a sign from me whether to hop off or continue. I flexed to clamp down on my cum muscle to prevent cumming and it fuckin' worked! The feeling passed but the ringing in my ears didn't. The only thing better than her pussy was being able to stay in it and the only thing worse in my mind was not cumming in it. I wanted to shoot so much cum into her that she'd for sure get. My cock was so hard. I pulled aside the white ribbed fabric and out flipped his hardening 7.5″ penis and Connor grabbed his beer and sipped it. I grabbed it and enjoying the softness of the skin and the hardness of the shaft. I held in front of me and admired the head. I ran my finger around the ridge of his helmet and traced his veins up and down his shaft while Connor watched and drank more beer. A tiny pearl of pre-cum started to ooze out of his cock slit. I touched it with the tip of my.