Her hand slid down her belly towards her waistband. I grabbed her hand and yanked her skirt down her shapely ass and legs. I made her stand in front o... me as I lowered her huge panties. Her hairy bush peeked out. She was already glistening from her earlier fingering. I continued sucking her sweet tits as I slid two fingers up and down her hairy slit. I eased one finger inside her and started sliding it in and out of her faster and faster. Her legs buckled as she came. I grabbed her and swung. The expression on her face was one embarrassment mixed with curiosity. Obviously she had knocked on the door and we hadn’t heard and now the three of us were frozen in position staring at each other. Sasha reacted first, she said to the maid, “Put the towels down and come over here”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I though the maid would run from the room and probably the next thing we would hear was the sound of the manager knocking on the door. Much to my surprise the maid did as she. “I’m asking you not my father.” All of a sudden my words sank in andher big blue eyes flashed. “Don’t accuse the Webster’s of being racist.I notice you always flirt with the black girls, but never me.” “You’re the boss,” I saw her drink another glass of eggnog.What glass was she on? “Could lose my job for flirting.” “And I’m not worth losing a $4.50/hour job?” She held a sprig ofmistletoe over my head. I. I gave my body a little wriggle and once again, I said, “When Harry took my hands, his boss started to massage my back.” A moment’s silence, and then, finally, I could feel Simon's hands on my back. He was now on the same page. Would he stay on it?His hands felt lovely as he gently massaged my lower back. I was moving my body to show the pleasure he was giving me. I was getting really turned on. The thought of what was to come was making me wet. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and neck. I.