Candy slid one leg to the floor, the other curled underneath her opening herself wide to my invading fingers, one and then two of which slid easily in...o her very wet cunt. I could feel her tighten her muscles, squeezing my fingers, her hips squirming as I teased her clit. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, my hips thrusting at her in time to her movements. She reached between my legs and gripped my balls lightly, kneading them, licking at them even with my cock driven deep into her. He was moving them round and round and then in. Oh, fuck! This was a marijuana high! I was wet.‘Don’t come slave. Not just yet!. As if I had an option. Fuck!He made me stand. He pushed me against the wall. The wall was cold. His palms were exploring my shoulders, my back, oh! My waist. Oh! I felt as if liquid electricity was flowing underneath my skin. His hands went under the hooks.I heard the straps getting off. Fuck! I am naked, my hands are tied and I am blinded. He kissed me profusely on. “You have grown up to be a handsome dude my love”, she said and I replied “All for you momma and only you”. She hugged me rubbing her hands all over my back and started pecking my chest. I couldn’t do anything else but send my fingers into her open hair and press her onto my chest. She almost wetted the whole of my chest and fell back on the bed. I got over her kissed her lips and moaned “Now let me repay the love”, saying so i bent down holding one end of her blouse with my two fingers biting. Ever since I remember myself, I had those strong inclinations to be inthe shoes of a female domestic servant. I never really was able toexplain that tendency and over the years I did try on many occasions tofight it, but it was always coming back with a vengeance, stronger thanbefore. I am totally heterosexual and very fond of girls, but I amequally fond of the clothes they wear and in particular I am obsessedwith the work clothes associated with maids and/or female cleaners. I amtotally.