My eyes follow my fingers, and I can see a damp spot. 'Is that from last night, your dream or now? Let's find out shall we?’I move down over the fab...ic, over your mound, and slipping down your slit feeling the damp spot; feeling the warmth. I press lightly as I look back at you, wanting to see your reaction and you bite your lip, now I know you can taste me.You squeeze your thighs together, and I move my hand quickly away as you shift, letting out another half moan and turn to your side placing. Peeking through the curtain i realized it was my maid who was now busy cleaning and watering the plants. She obviously used the other entrance of the terrace but the question is did she see me masturbating. The thought tickled me and i decided to investigate it further…… But first i had no time to waste and had to get to work. So i got ready and before leaving i told her that when she comes in tomorrow she should wake me so that she can clean my room and i will again use the guest bedroom to. I'd had sex with women, my wife included, of course, but what Bob did that day was quite unlike anything I'd ever known. To say that it was 'like' intercourse isn't really true. There are aspects that are similar, of course. But taken as a whole, Bob's mouth was just different than a pussy; it was more...supple; compliant; responsive; interactive! It MOVED. It could be loose, or snug. It could move rapidly, or so slowly it was barely moving. It was warm, and wet like a vagina...yet it was most. The whole time that he was recuperating; his cock was full buried in my ass and showed no signs of getting soft. I assumed that when he started again it would be a slow build up but I was very wrong.Randy’s first words since telling me that I had a nice ass were to get ready to get my ass filled with cum. He pulled out slowly and then just started jamming his cock in and out of me like a jackhammer. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on tight. After about a minute of his fat cock rubbing.