“Thank you sir”I fiddled around in the safe, pulled out my laptop and stood up just to catch the devastatingly erotic view of the maid as she went...about her duties. She was a tall Xhosa woman. She clearly had some white blood in her remote ancestry, like a good number of her fellow Xhosas, including their royalty, do. Her complexion was not pampered but it was perfect, simply stunning. Very light brown, not a freckle but clearly tanned by years of non-avoidance of the sun but rather, reliance. It's had been going on for about six months now, and so far no one had caught on to "our little secret."Friday night, I was lying in the tub pampering myself with a bubble bath, while I daydreamed about what we'd do tomorrow. I started pretending that Grampa's was washing me. His hands rubbed the wash rag across my nipples until they were hard little peaks; I trembled, and cooed with desire. He then caressed every inch of my pussy, paying close attention to my clit. I bit my lip to keep from. Her thrusting was slowing down, and she was panting harder for breath now. My hand was covered in her wetness, and still held tight by her thighs. When her moans stopped, I tried to withdraw my hand, but every time I moved it she would shudder again and let out a little moan. I whispered, "I love you. I love you so much." I stroked her hair, now wet from perspiration, and kissed her face and neck. "I love you too" She quietly and breathlessly said, and squeezed me tighter to her chest. Her legs. I woke him, but so what; it was time to get going. When I asked about the concert on the Riviera, he said there were three of them just like here. He said that two would be in Nice, but the Sunday matinee would be in Cannes. I wanted to cuss at him, but Lisa and I had already given the group our commitment to play with them.I asked Dewey and Steve how far it was from Nice to Cannes and Dewey told me it was less than fifty miles. He said that Monaco was also about fifteen miles from Nice in the.