We arrived at this massive house on the edge of town. Paul and I were met at the door by a woman, I found out later it was Paul's bosses girlfriend. S...e was dressed in a French maids outfit, not one of those cheap ill fitting ones you find in sex shops but a pucker top quality outfit. Her skirt stopped level with the dark band of her stockings. The bodice was deep cut, only just covering her nipples.She introduced herself as Rebecca and welcomed us to her and Ian's party.I could feel the juices. When she couldn't take anymore, she groaned, “God baby, take me to the shower.” I stuck my lips to her ear and said, “Go hop in. I'll be there in a second.” As she disappeared into the shower, the steam warming the bathroom, I walked over to the toilet and relieved myself. Finishing up, I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and then stepped into the shower, sliding in behind her. She turned and kissed me as the water pelted down on us. As I rubbed the side of her body and back, she. At first he was kind, and we exchanged pleasantries and fantasies. The pleasantries soon stopped, and he e-mailed me with words that I never thought that I would ever read. In the e-mail he called me a whore, a fuck toy, and a no good slut. The words surprisingly enough caused my body to quiver and my pussy to become soaked. I would have never thought that reading such words would have made me react that way. Being a person that can always pick up on the thoughts of another, either through. She told me that her husband was very strict and she fought with him last day. I convinced her that everything will be ok and they would patch up together sooner or later.During that time I met megha and had fucked her. One day I told her about the same and right from that day, her look towards me changed. I noticed that everyday she would wear sarees which were bit revealing, blouse too short and small, apply lip guard and she would ask me everyday how am I looking. I didn’t have any bad.