She said ok and that I could turn up the sound and move back to the other couch. I stood up and tried to hide my hard on as I walked back to the other...couch. When the intermission started she got up and went upstairs. When she was out of the room I was able to adjust my cock and remember how I just got to see her ass up close. In about 5 minutes she came back into the room but this time she wasn't wearing her house coat just her nightgown, and it was slightly un buttoned so I could see a little. He was completely bald. His face was made-up,with huge false eyelashes, wild crimson eyeshadow, thick black mascara,rouged cheeks and glossy, painted crimson lips. He was wearing long,gold earrings and a matching necklace. He held out a jewelled hand,sheathed in long crimson satin gloves. A cloud of strong perfume waftedfrom him."Welcome to Cheston Manor, Master Paul. I am Erica. I'm thehousekeeper." He had a high-pitched, simpering, lisping voice.Paul was astonished by this vision. Erica. I had hopefully got a good plan worked out. I had decided not to dress in any undies as I thought it would freak him out. So the night came, the house empty and waiting for him to knock. I was frightened, excited most of all hoping it would work out as planned. Also scared he would go mad beat me up and worse tell everyone I was a poof. A chance I was willing to take. When he arrived I started the normal chat trying to be calm. We had a drink watched some tv I said I'm bored and then said I had. With no hesitation she lowered herself on to me, she was very tight and very hot, her warm ass-pussy gripped my dick like a vice grip as she began to slowly move up and down. Marla started off slowly and began working up a quicker pace, her hefty unit was dripping all over the middle of us although she was yet to reach a climax. Her juicy bottom would make a deep clap every time she drove her weight down on my hot cock. The music from the stereo had cut off and we were screwing to the sounds of.