The super told me that the asphalt plant had broken down and it wouldn't be fixed until the next morning. I called Sylvia and was home in record time....When I got home I stripped out of my clothes on the steps to the second floor and I found Sylvia on our bed. She had put red satin sheets on our queen sized bed. She was nude and oiled and her vibrator was on the side table. Before she could do anything I dove head first between her legs and started licking her from clit to asshole(she really. It was a constant source of irritation to me that I was often accused of “sleeping her way to the top” when it should have been obvious to even the most biased of investigators that I was nowhere near the top and was still down on the bottom rungs of the Foreign Office ladder.Sure, I had done my share of “on your knees” duties but it was mostly with my complete accord and I did it mostly out of boredom at some dull and uninteresting duties that made one feel a bit lacking in excitement like an. If Tim wants to do so, then that's his wish,and I like to obey him. Tim said there was nothing to worry about; it was anice guy. He was even a bit shy; so nothing to fear. I asked Tim if this guy(Stephen he was called) already knew about our maid-thing. He said 'not yet!'. Well, this was going to be exciting. He understood Tim wouldn't tell Stephenin advance what was going to happen. He would confront him with it. And I realisedthis would be fun... when a man is confronted with this for the. “Jenny, what are you doing?” “Just relax, you do trust me don`t you?” Eve nodded. Jenny now moved down to Eve`s ankles, using some of her used stockings, she tied her ankles to the base of the bed, spread-eagled. “Jenny, please.” Jenny knelt over the restrained Eve. She reached behind her back and unclipped her own bra, letting it fall free, her breasts swinging free. Her hands now moving to her skirt, undid it and slid it down her thighs, finally she slipped her panties off. Jenny.