I’d seen her panties the last time I’d spanked her, but she wasn’t used to being exposed this way in front of a guy, and it was giving her a ver... mixed thrill. She was not happy about being left there. She couldn’t call out for rescue from another maid, not without revealing that she’d been up to something very unprofessional, so she’d been forced to wait for me. This had been my plan from the start. Despite promising not to bother me, she’d gotten increasingly pushy. I had a feeling she was. We kissed like this for a couple of more minutes and then she kind of swung her legs around and then sat on my legs straddling me just below by cock. She scooted back up towards my cock a little until they were both touching and then she took both of her hands and began stroking our cocks as if they were a single cock. She leaned forward, gave me a kiss and then whispered to me that she wanted me inside of her. She got into a squatting position above me cock with her back towards me. I put some. Cynthia stood there. This was it. It had been agony, waiting three days, wanting yet fearing to dial those numbers written a seeming lifetime ago. Hand shaking, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo. It was already showing signs of wear, although the woman pictured was as beautiful as ever. Should she? COULD she?The number was burned into her memory, but Cynthia turned the photo over anyway as she activated the phone. Her heart was beating a hundred times a second as, slowly,. Though he slept, his dreams were a mixture of Striya with her using her abilities, or of his father yelling in anger with red glowing eyes. Chapter Six The next morning Jonathon and Striya sit down to have a quick breakfast. Jonathon looks at his plate and wonders what it will taste like. On his plate there is something that looks like eggs from earth yet are purple with white spots the yokes are pink with blue spots. There are two sausages and what can only be a piece of bread. Not knowing if.