Once I was satisfied I had a closer look and was pleased to find that the woman was quite attractive. Milky white skin, large tits with very pink nip...les, and long raven black hair, both on her head and surrounding her muff that was taking one hell of a pounding by what looked like your butt plug. I didn’t even try to hide my erection as I walked into the room “can I help you with something” I asked. Obviously the maid had no idea I was there and jumped when she heard me. She slammed her legs. She seemed hotter somehow. We began slow as usual, but she urged it to be faster. “Don’t hold back,” she insisted within her moan. She rubbed her clit, giving me both hands to molest her breasts. Our eyes gazed into each other’s souls. I watched her move towards ecstasy and she watched me gain mine.“Joe!” she groaned, writhing in pleasure. Pressing deep, I felt her trembling, milking interior milk me. Pulling seed from my balls felt exquisite.“Wow,” I said. “For it being almost a quickie, that. "Rhianna too," Rachel said, shooting a stern stare at Paige. "...Rhianna too," Paige sighed."So, I guess that's that, then," Anna-Jade sighed. "The Tutu Project:Dead as a fucking dodo." And le co- Jacques will continue to screw his way through all ofSoixante-Trois's stewardesses," Natalie spat."Oh, I never said the Tutu Project was dead," Rachel said."You just called us all in here for a bollocking," Anna-Jade said."Kinda easy to infer that yes, it IS dead." I called you in here because I was. I felt it was for her own good that I squelch that fantasy before she became too hurt when it never materialized.After supper that evening, I received a surprise visit from a young woman and her seven-month-old baby, who claimed to be the sister and niece of Mary Ann Russell.I initially assumed she came over to read me the riot act for the way I spoke to her sister. Major Johnson even checked her and the tyke out to ensure they weren’t carrying any weapons. Though I felt that was an unnecessary.