I move closer to you and lower the towel from your chest and place it across your hips so your lower half is now covered. You’re nipples are fully e...ect and you close your eyes.I get the oil and ask you if you want me to massage your chest. You say, only if I want to. I answer by pouring hot oil directly onto your nipples. The response is instant as you moan out loud and your hand drops straight onto my cock. You use it to drag me closer to your face so you can get a good look. You reach for. He felt himself growing hard against his dirty jeans. She took her finger to her mouth and began to move it in and out and then took it out and circled her tongue around the red painted tip. Suddenly she disappeared. The boy stood there not sure if he could move if he wanted to. Then she appeared downstairs at the patio doors. She stood in front of the glass doors in her tight black skirt, her nylons, and her high heels with her big boobs pressed against the glass. She motioned for him to come. Or did I? Repeating the dose wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, after all.We had a polite, civilised drink before she left, with a lot of small-talk and banter. As she got up to leave, she stopped."Do you have a knife in the kitchen? A sharp one?" Yes, I expect so. Why do you ask?" I thought I might carve a notch on the bed. First of many!"I laughed. "If I keep to the schedule my wife is planning for me, that bed would be notched away to nothing! No, thanks. A nice thought, but I don't. Her mind made up, she pulled the door open, a tinkling bell going off overhead, then the click of high heels as a young woman tottered over. A young woman not just in ridiculous knee-high platform heels, but in the same scandalous style of maid uniform from the posters outside. It was pink, with puffy shoulders and a low neckline, a supportive top pushing her modest chest up. Her entire skinny belly was naked, and the skirt rode so low on her hips that it seemed ready to fall off at any moment,.