He could just see the outline of the bed when he heard the moans draftily softly towards him. There were two distinct shapes, writhing next to each ot...er, in and out of each other. Squinting in the darkness, there was his friend’s sister laying on her back on the bed, her shorts pulled halfway down her thighs and tank top yanked over her round breasts. A purple, fluffy quilt was floating in mid air, tracing Ginny’s nipples with its feathers. Hermione lay on her side beside Ginny, propped up on. She didn't look nearly as pretty as when he'd started. Patches of dried cum and vomit did little to hide her swollen eye or broken nose or the bruises all over her face, all mementos of the earlier throatfuck. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, and her tongue still lolled out of her mouth, attached via chain to her collar. The line of studs piercing it had been clean when he'd put them on, but like the rest of her tongue were now streaked with cum, vomit, blood, and shit. Her tongue was. I have lotsof contacts and trusted friends among the Portuguese community of maidsand cleaners, soon you will be part of their world." She looked at meagain and became more formal, "Now finish what you are doing here andrun upstairs to clean the bathroom I just used and tidy up the bedroom.I have a few phone calls to make, and then we'll talk again."I was blushing again when I said a more formal 'Oui Madame', my firstmaid's response to a command by my new employer.She turned and walked back to. He had no clue yet but I knew that my wife never wore panties and soon he would know. Finally I felt the evening was drawing too long so I raised her skirt to her waist and slipped my hand between my wife’s lips. She was wetter than ever and gave me that I can’t help it look as Jerry enjoyed the view. A bulge grew in his slacks and Dana began to stare at it. She leaned in and told me that she wanted to be a good wife and never wanted to hurt me. I pushed her legs open further and buried two.