The wimpy little shit is probably in bed," she said. "Boy you are mad," he said. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." I heard her snicker. "Co...e on," she said. "We'll use the guest room tonight. He can find us in the morning and cry in his wimpy-assed beer." "He might object to us going that far," he said. "I mean us doing it here. We should just stick to the plan of having you introduce me." "He might, but you're six-five and he's five-six. I don't see it as an insoluble problem,". She had done very well for herself as a chambermaid, with the exception of some nervous clumsiness on her part. Emily steppedforward and stood quietly with her head bowed as the complaints against her wereread. "On Monday, Emily forgot to bring fresh water to the bedroom basin and onWednesday she dropped one of my Aunt Margaret's antique flower vases, causingit to be chipped." "Can it be restored?" Lord Thackeray inquired. "I believe so." she replied. "Well then, nothing too serious. Still,. He rang me at work to let me know that Dean had the pics from the bedroom session and was it OK to bring them over that evening? I readily agreed and that evening Dean arrived. We had a few drinks as we looked at the album Dean had provided. I loved the pics and so did Joe. Needless to say we were all turned and pretty soon we were all on the bed together, except this time the session lasted a lot longer. Dean left in the early hours of the morning. I was bloody knackered and sore, but so,. He rolled me over onto my back and had me move fully onto the bed.As he positioned behind me I got nervous. He massaged my buttocks, then spread my cheeks.What a delight; he started licking my ass. He ran his tongue around my little hole, darting in and out I have never had this; it felt wonderfulAs Niles started stroking my anus with his tongue he reached up and started stroking my dickI shot hug gobs onto the bed, my come reaching new flight records. I collapsed on the bed. He kept licking.