He could not see his cock, only glimpsethe sheath between his legs."Of course you'll have to pee sitting down but that's what I'd expectfrom any maid....Lay on the bed."Tristan complied, dreading the next indignity."Now Tristan what does a maid have that you presently do not?" Geraldinetapped her cane menacingly on the palm of her hand."I don't know," Tristan replied fearing another beating."Breasts, my dear Breasts. Now if you want to be my maid what do youneed?" Geraldine continued her. Mounds of concrete were capped by debris from the garden. The water had disappeared somewhere, probably seeping through the wrecked patio. Plants lay tangled and smoldering. He saw the remnants of the sleeve of a uniform where the steps used to be, blood smeared on it. He looked away, frightened that he might encounter the arm that used to inhabit it.A groan behind him brought him back to reality. He turned, fearful that it might be a soldier. Again, the noise, but no sign of its source. He. Reddy was grinding his upper body on Kavita’s boobs as he slowly fucked her. “Aah,” screamed my wife as Reddy bit her neck. Reddy had now increased the speed, and I could see his hips moving back and forth like a pendulum. My wife’s soft moaning had turned into little screams.The compartment was filled with Kavita’s screams, Reddy’s groans, and ‘thap thap thap’ noise. I saw my wife digging her nails in Reddy’s back and moving her hips to match Reddy’s hard strokes. Kavita kept moaning as her. The day seemed to fly by and before he knew it, he was on his way to meet Beth. The bar he picked was on the edge of the seedy part of town and Jack hoped that would eliminate running into someone he knew. He also knew that it was near an old run-down hotel called the Relax Inn that was notorious as a “Fucktel”. He was just heading toward the entrance to the bar when Beth pulled her car up next to his. She got out and Jack felt his cock stiffen as he looked at her in skintight jeans and a light.