I was transfixed now, watching the woman next door fucking herself, my own fingers in my pussy and the maid playing with my breasts, I was so turned i... was like I had a river running out of me. I started into another orgasmWhen I finally subsided a bit the maid pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. She moved between my thighs and pushed up my skirt exposing that extremely wet pussy of mine. She moved in and started licking and sucking. Her tongue flicked across my clit, first gently,. It actually felt soothing to my sore A-spot. Robert looked as blank as I imagine a man can when he’s panting hard and gasping for breath. I remember thinking it was too bad he probably wasn’t going to remember this. He stayed inside me until I told him to step back, and he just stood there as I sat up, scooted back on the table and let his juice drain onto the table. I noted that he was also dripping on the floor. “Get a kitchen towel and dry off your dick,” I ordered. He obeyed, but he. Very strange, I thought, as the light became bright enough for me to notice that one wall now bore a message."You're not dead. You're not dreaming. You are safe."OK, I thought ... taken on face value, that should be reassuring, though the intellectual leap involved in doing the taking was ... challenging. I had been going home in a big city beside a very big cathedral, someone had jumped me with a big knife ... Now I was in an empty room - with no visible windows or doors, my subconscious. It had the convenience of a sturdy set bars, for protection, and allowed us to undress and stick them through and have our nipples sucked and licked.I know you guys reading this will be shaking your logical heads in disbelief, but this was a sexual rite of passage, because we would openly masturbate as the men slobbered over our budding and hardening protuberances, they also slipped dirty fingers inside our wet panties, while we on the other hand, administered a good hand job in return.During a.