Like an intermission as in an opera or half time in football, the three of us took some time to recover, finally resuming our three-some a half hour l...ter. It was Margaret's turn to be fucked and mine to be the maid, that is, to do the cleanup work.Lucas was finished for the night. Margaret and I weren't. We spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other with deep romantic kisses, pounding hearts, tender touches of a woman's tongue, clits throbbing. and pussies dripping. It was the best. Bye, bye. Enjoy."She hung up the phone as the doorbell rang. Getting up with only the towel wrapped around her she walked over and opened it.Mr. Van Horn, John, stared at the brown skin body in disbelief and lust."Come on in sugar," Sandra said, turning her back to him and swaying her hips as she walked to give him a good view."Hope you don't mind. I just got out the tub and haven't had time to get dress." She lied.John eagerly told her he didn't and she felt his stare at her ass as they walked. “Telling the truth can be addicting, Maddi. Make sure you maintain the ability to stop.”Diana turned to leave when Maddi called out. “Wait.” She took a deep breath. “Diana, do you remember anything from a few nights ago?”“I remember enough.” She smirked. “You?”Maddi shook her head. “Diana, it’s kinda making me sick what we did to each other.”Diana cocked her brow. “Well, look on the bright side. At least it’s not morning sickness.” She said with a wink.Maddi wanted to vomit. Again.“I know she’s. The sensation was intoxicating and I couldn't stop another muffled sound of enjoyment from escaping. As soon as I parted my lips, he slid two of his fingers into my mouth, resting them on my tongue.“Mmmpph!” I tried to protest quietly. Why did he do that? Did he expect me to suck them?I was, however, immediately distracted by another jolt of pleasure. He was now massaging my rigid member with his large hand. He rubbed, squeezed and slowly started to stroke it.My mind now filled with lust, I.