She didn't stop, until she saw my clit get longer and fatter. It was starting to hurt before she stopped. Then she took the hose off, dropping the tub.... I jumped because my clit was pulled down more.But she didn't stop there. She reached up to my tits putting a tube on my left nipple and started pumping. I could see my nipple being sucked inside that tube. My nipples are long anyway, plus supper sensitive. It was getting longer with each pump, I was getting wetter, as she pumped, and it was. God, he's great with his tongue. He began to eagerly lick up my juices and lick from the top of my clit all the way to my puckered ass. He loves it. As he found his way to my clit again, he began to expertly bring me near another orgasm. As I started to reach the point of no return and begin gasping for air, he stopped. It was the precise mind-bongling second that he could stop... Then he affectionately started grinding his whole face in my pussy and building me up again. Then he stopped. I. Can you come in and help me drop my pants? I hate to ask you,,,, but…” “Don’t give it another thought” Mike shot back. “That’s what I’m here for.” We went into the bathroom and Mike pulled my sweat pants down to my knees and lifted the seat.” I straddled the toilet and started to piss but my aim was a bit to the right side. “Here, let me help you with that” and Mike reached over and lightly took my pecker between his fingers. I have to admit if felt strange but strangely exciting. I tried to. She tells me she was divorced and had a child to support. I told her that I could barely believe that she had a child because she had a body to die for. Flirtateously she asked me if I like what I see and I replied “def – eee –natt –lee”. She tells me that before she worked for Molly Maid and had a child, she used to be a stripper. That and the fact that she was now on her hands and knees cleaning the floor, with giving me a perfect view of her ass was too much for me and a bulge.