"I was rather embarrassed at this injunction, but felt excited and aroused at the sight of Aunty Sarah's large naked breasts, and as I walked to the b...d my penis began to swell within my cotton shorts.She noticed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Peter. I still think of you as a baby. Give me a minute to get dressed and then we can have a chat in the drawing room." Oh...no...no...er...don't get dressed on my account," I babbled, vainly trying to adopt an air of sophisticated nonchalance.Aunty Sarah smiled. In morning I went to owner house for cleaning. I cleaned the hall and entered the DP room. He was checking the newspaper. I was cleaning the tables. He was staring at he always did.He asked me for water. I took the bottle and gave it to him but he touched my hand while taking it. He was checking my reaction. I just saw and took off my eyes.Again I started cleaning the floor, He kept measuring me. I knew what he wanted. Anyways all rich people treat the maid as they have rights to fuck her. I. He came. It was probably the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, his cock spurting out wave after wave of cum into her hot pussy as he bit down on her neck, drawing a scream from Sara. She could not believe he had come inside her, her body defiled by such a horrible man. He stayed in her, savouring the feel of her cunt around his cock, until it finally went limp and he reluctantly let it fall out, a strand of cum following it out of her. He looked his sobbing victim up and down as he moved. ‘Hello, somebody, please … help me!’ Lynn yelled as she kicked her legs and pulled her arms in a massive body struggle to get free. Gravity became her enemy when the tacky rope gave slightly and she almost went ‘flying,’ free falling forward. Lynn grasped the sticky rope to keep from falling and it bound her even tighter. ‘Shit … shit shit shit!’ Lynn spat in anger at her self. Her fear of falling had her stuck even greater than before. ‘How fucking far is it down there? This is unbelievable. I.