I remembered being my own mom and seducing him when he came over to my house to see me one time. I remember a business woman who'd hired Kyle to work ...s her secretary and then took delight in humiliating him. I remember being a sexy neighbor who'd taken him under my wing to gently teach him about women and sex. And I remember being a dominatrix, a hard woman who could be firm but gentle or a complete sadistic bitch, depending on the particular fantasy. There was one thing in common with each of. "Miss, you really must get up. The women have a lot work to do on youand time is wasting," nagged Mrs. Peaks. "Now go and do your duty andwait in the bathroom, there are lots to do this morning."The maids shaking their heads as Mike, who had slept checked cottonboxer shorts and old tee shirt, dragged himself into the bathroom asthey piled sets of thousand dollar never worn silk pajamas onto a cartdestined for where ever. Ten minutes later the bathroom door openedand the upstairs maids. He moved around and got between our legs on his knees. He dipped his fingers into her sopping wetness beside my thrusting cock a couple of times and replaced my fingers with a couple of his own, pushing in and out of the tight round sphincter without mercy. She was going wild as he slid them in to the knuckle and flexed them inside her ass, still pounding up and down on my rigid member. I felt him pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock, Mary was about to find out what. I encouraged this by smiling a little sheepishly, letting her think she had the upper hand. This egged her on; she started being more obvious about what she was doing, which at this point was holding her man's cock against her pussy while she slid back and forth on it. They were dry-humping, technically -- but in a VERY wet environment... This didn't last long; they were both hot and he was hard and it wasn't as if he hadn't been there before. There was no good reason to fool around too much,.