She is there for you and you have my permission to fuck her if you wish to. Now, go.’ A short woman of about 35 was waiting outside and introduced h...rself in perfect English as my maid, Irina. She wore a simple dark red dress with a white pinafore. She was attractive in a quiet way and led me, mostly in silence, to a light oak door on one of the corridors. My name was on a plate fastened to the door. She handed me a key and opened the door with her own. She led me into my ‘cabin.’ It was huge,. He loved looking at her tits and was even accepting his own little fantasies about touching them, caressing them, even suckling at them. But her ass was what he admired most. Sadly most of the clothes he saw her in were kind of frumpy, and didn’t do much to flaunt her body. He wasn’t sure if that was something she preferred to wear out of modesty and insecurity about her body, or it was what her parents encouraged her to wear. Maybe it was a little of both.He also loved Kelsey, his wife. . Sitting there in the living room, we actually had a conversation about her husband Brian within a couple of minutes after she'd gotten off the phone with him due to a heated argument. She opened up to me a bit that night, explaining that their financial situation was horrible most of the time, that he couldn't manage money, and although she'd argued with him about getting a job, he demanded that "my wife" isn't going to work unless I tell her to. All I'd assumed, as well as my friends, was that. She was in the kitchen, working at the counter. Kelly and I gave her hugs and kisses, telling her about being scared. Kelly introduced Rob and Jenny to Mom.“These are the guy’s I’ve been telling you about, Mom. Rob and Jenny,” Kelly said.“I’m pleased to meet you two. Kelly talks about you when she calls,” Mom said.“Nice to meet you too,” Jenny said.“I’m making a nice dinner for us,” Mom said after everyone had greeted one another. “I have a small ham in the oven. We’re going to have scalloped.