For those of you unfamiliar with my previous story, you can find it under the Maid Servant section. But, if you’re too lazy, read on. I live in a tw... storey house and my room is on the first floor adjacent to a hall where the maid sleeps. Picture it how you like because it doesn’t have much to do with the story.The first day she started working, Prema and I hardly saw eye to eye. In fact, over the course of weeks, it became very formal. And I didn’t know if I was happy about it or not. Maybe. Andrea moved her hand away slightly embarrassed or nervous saying,"He must smell another dog on me." She began to question me about what I knew about Blues past history. I did my 'best blonde' and acted clueless. She went on about how odd it was for a dog to be de-clawed and to have filed down the pads on his feet. I asked "Why would some one do that to a dog?" She just kept talking about Blue's particularities and then got to the part about his sheath being surgically adjusted. At that point. How about it, do you trust me?"Linda trusted that winning smile and those steady eyes. She could see now that he had removed his cap that his hair was a sandy color, a little too short by modern standards though probably right for a swimmer. That feeling inside her suddenly welled up again. Her heart seemed to beat a little faster. She should refuse the invitation - he was a complete stranger, and she was virtually alone in a strange country, moreover, the phone number her parents left was in. Kimmy walked in.My blonde friend was eager to make the plunge into slutdom. She already licked my pussy clean of my lunch date’s cum in the bathroom. And tomorrow night, she’d get her cherry popped fucking her father during our slumber party.“I heard you moaning through the walls,” Kimmy said, the petite blonde’s cheeks bright red. “It sounded so hot. He really fucked you hard.”“He did,” I said, quivering. “I even came.”Her face fell. “Oh, so you don’t need me to... ?”“Eat my pussy and make me.