I was clearly not ready for this sort of humiliation. The urge to ring the doorbell and beg for sanctuary was becoming irresistible. I wanted so much ...o take that first step, but a voice in the back of my head told me to stay put - I knew Paul wouldn't open the door, so why risk his disapproval, and possibly an even longer wait on the landing.My heart leapt into my mouth as the sound of a door opening on the ground floor echoed up the stairwell. I looked over the banister and saw a man climbing. Fortunately, the three orgasms Anna had pulled out of him to get his mind off of Maria's death had taken quite a bit of the edge off of his sexual urges, and it only took him a moment to get his breathing under control, so that he could speak without squeaking. "I would like to speak to the man of the house. Inform him that I am here and ask for the courtesy of his attention on a matter of some importance."The woman bowed again, and rose, headed for the bed rooms. A moment later, two other. . .Then I slowly moved my fingers towards her shaven pussy which was wet now, & slowly moved around her pussy she started to breathe heavilyThen I put one finger inside her pussy, it was hot & wet inside, then slowly started to push front and back and sucking her pussy took. She was trying to control her moans cause her children is sleeping in next room, then I started little faster and suddenly pulled my finger out, again pushed my finger inside(this time 2 fingers) and started the same. I actually went to sleep quickly, I think the days work and the earlier blow job had worn me out for sleep in spite of the row with Debbie.When I got up the next morning Debbie was already up, which was unusual because it was Sunday, and she didn't usually get up before 10 on a Sunday. As soon as I came down she said she was sorry. I was still pretty mad at her and I wasn't in a very forgiving mood. So I said "Sorry is not enough what are you going to do about it" She asked "What do you want".