I felt the wetness between my legs as he pumped slowly, unsure how much more he could take before he shot his hot load and I would make sure he was no... going to waste a drop. The need to feel him throb deep inside me increased with every thrust. I felt a tinge of apprehension. Martin was quite well endowed and very sexual indeed, he was not here for a mild sex session ar all. He was the man in charge, so I let him take over and make me his boy bitch.There was nothing slow about his movements. I thought about how we fucked that night in front of the fireplace on that soft rug, not made love, but fucked, rough and hard. His hands ran all over my body, squeezing, pulling, grabbing, we bit each other, and kissed each other. I thought about how he had bent me over onto my hands and knees and fucked me hard from behind, spanking me, pulling my hair while I begged for more. And I thought about me, pushing him onto his back, riding him, controlling him, making him beg me to cum. We fucked. For the better part of five minutes, I followed click after click after click into sites that ostensibly catered to requirements such as mine only to find myself, at some point, facing a page that asked for my credit card details. I never subscribed to any of them. As Martin of the Vice Squad used to say, the only thing free these days is porn on the 'Net if you know where to look. I kept looking.Finally, I short-listed about five sites that seemed promising and professional. One of them was a. I am fond of mature and dusky ladies; therefore, I had an eye on her from the first day itself.I am 25 and I am the kind of guy who would not get into a comfy conversation with the maid. So, I really had no clue how to start a conversation. Although I had a sexual encounter with a maid when I was staying in Mumbai, in that case the maid liked me and she insisted on having it so it isn’t such a juicy tale. Now, this maid who works in my office is called Anju and she is a mother of three (one of.