As for me she was a maid that too since my c***dhood. She swiped the room and with a naughty smile, but her eyes were on the pillow with which I was c...vering my dick...Again, I closed the door and started the paused film… but this time with a lower volume.Once again, the door knocked and I heard the voice I’m leaving. I shouted with an irritated voice "yea leave and close the main door properly"She knocked the living room door and in her soft voice said “let me also watch what you’re watching”I. So I didn’t stop my work and moved my hands to her boobs and pressed them. Ha… Huh… Super… I was keep on pressing them and there was no resistance from her. By this I understand that she gave a green flag to me and I can do celebrations on that night. So now I wanted to kiss her soft lips. So I went up on her body and tried to kiss but she thought I came to fuck and she raised her saree up. Now the hair on her pussy touched my body, I already changed to lungy from pant. So that touch also like. ‘How many times did you cum?’ he asked her. It had become a ritual with them. ‘I’m not sure, Marty. I mean, I came plenty, but I lost track of them after a while.’ ‘You were counting weren’t you?’ ‘Yeah, sure… I got to fourteen, but then you did that thing… you know where you started slapping my twat and I kinda blanked out for a while.’ ‘And when you came back?’ he asked pensively. ‘Maybe four or five more before I went bonkers. Then they were coming so fast I couldn’t keep up.’ ‘So, best. .." she finally says, her voice so very faint. "I hate them..."Philip remains speechless. He hates them, too. More than anything else in his life, and even more after what happened this Friday left Ilene like this."Philip ... Please ... Can't we quit? I don't want to go back to the company ... I just don't..."Philip sighs. "I don't know, Ilene ... We ... We can't afford leaving our jobs, right now ... Your mother, our home ... And, I can't seem to find a job anywhere else ... I'm sorry, I...".