In puzzlement I walked tomy own wardrobes. "Warmer" she sang out. I opened the doors andthere on a hanger with my suits was the adorable maids dres.... Onthe shelf beside it were the shoes, pantyhose, bows and otherthings. "Red hot!" she cried, and I whirled around to Laura,smiling. "They've been there since Wednesday evening." She explained."If you were doing your job properly and getting all the washingdone in a timely fashion then you would have seen them already."I gave her a silent. “Fuck me master ……. Aaaahhh …… my pussy needs your cock son …….aaaah …..pleaaassee …….fuck me” she said.I left her boobs and said, “Turn around and open your pussy for your master bitch, I will fuck you like the bitch you are slut.”She turned around and placed her hands on the tree trunk after lifting up her sari till her waist and bending forward. I placed my cock on her pussy and gave a strong shove. My entire nine inches were now inside her pussy. “Aaaahhh ……. Maaaa ..Yeeeesss ……. fuck me. Again, the helmet light was turned off while I gathered my strength and courage for another try. When I turned the light back on, I re-arranged the propped staves so that they were slightly better-located under the dangling rope, and again cautiously climbed up onto this precarious platform as high as I could get. The barrel staves were smooth under my rubber-soled running shoes, and the danger of slipping when I tried to jump straight upward was considerable.The little helmet light seemed to. We changed into them in the toilet in M&S. We both were happy to go without underwear. We dined on a seafood starter, steak cooked rare for the main course and finished with the best Crème Brulee, that I ever tasted. We drank the finest of French wines during the meal and savoured the finest of cognacs at the end of it.Friday 19th September, Dance: We then made our way to a club, really up market. What made the evening so special for me, was not dancing slow and close to Lily, nor was it the.