It was warm and silky smooth and its nipple was erect and pointed. It weighed half a stone at least.A tap at the bedroom door stopped any further expl...ration. A black maid appeared and said, "He's here, ma'am." She bobbed up and down, glanced at me and disappeared.The young woman ushered me into an adjoining room, a dressing room from the look of it and warned me to be silent. Then she hurried off, adjusting her flimsy clothes.I found a chair and was about to relax, made drowsy by the girl's. I worked a hand down her asscrack as far as her pussy, which was already dripping wet; she was a hot Chinese bitch on heat.Although she had just come off a long shift, she'd obviously had a chance to freshen up, and she smelt good. I figured I should bury my face in her wet pussy to see how fragrant she was down there and to show her what my tongue can do. So I lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. Her legs opened, and I rubbed my nose and lips against her panties, taking in the aroma. Or at least something to drink.’ He gave her a grin. ‘How was the trip out?’ Was that a twinge of disappointment she felt? That he was being an ordinary guy welcoming a lady friend to his house? Julie smiled. ‘Not too bad,’ she replied as she followed him in to the living room. ‘Not much traffic, which was nice.’ Greg gestured for her to sit on the sofa then disappeared with her bag. He returned a few minutes later holding a couple glasses of wine. He handed one to her and sat beside her on. I put my head down onto the mattress, reach back with both hands and spread my ass open for him. It hurts to touch my cheeks but I am not about to disobey him. He returns his mouth to my ass and he continues to work the dildo in and out of my pussy. It was torture; the best torture I could imagine. My husband filled my ass with a mix of his spit and my pussy juices, which flowed from me in abundance. Then he stopped again just before climax. He pulled out the dildo and then nothing. I.