You were... , " he stumbled, searching for the word, "beautiful." God, he thought, couldn't I do better than that!"You still are," he added, saving hi...self."Hmmm," she murmured, "not so beautiful any more."They looked into each others eyes as they swayed slightly in acknowledgement of their function on the dance floor.He wanted to continue the conversation in this vein, curious where things might go. But what was the use? They were both married. Tomorrow they'd be back with their respective. O.S.?”“You know the lingo?”“My ex was a light colonel in the Marine Corps.”“Oh shit! Black dude?”“No, he was White.”“So you into White dudes for real? What do you like better?”“White men.”“Don’t just say that cause I’m here.”“I’m not. I’m serious. I like the confidence level y’all have.”“Aight, baby boi. I hear you. And I got a big dick too.”“But what I like more than a big dick White man is an Arab motherfucker.”“Oh shit.”“You like them rag heads.”“You know it!”“They be having big money for. I looked at the three ofthem in their Maids uniforms. What was the collective word for a group ofmaids? A crew of maids? A staff of maids? An army of maids? Whateverit was I felt I had better join them, especially as I was the one servingthe coffee.So I went up to my room and pulled out my spare Maids dress and then puton my pinafore and bonnet and went back down to make the coffee. Traceyand Gisela were talking."Glad to see you decided to join us, Christine," said Gisela. "Come andhave. The conflict within me was strong—to fight a potential attacker off or to wait and see if my suspicions were legit. His mouth worked my pussy, lips, clit, in ways that I have never felt before. I couldn't help but to lean back, moaning as his tongue flicked my clit. Suddenly, he stopped. He stood and pulled the hood down over his chin. I pulled up but was stopped by his arm across my chest, pinning my torso to the car. “You like that, huh? Let’s see if you squirt when you cum.” He rammed.