All personal information will be kept in my Vault of Secrets, non to be disclosed!Let’s now move on to the story…One month ago, my mom was looking...for a new maid as Rakhi, our previous maid, had to leave due to personal reasons. I was missing Rakhi as we both had such great sexual adventures. But I was helpless and was left with only one option which was to shag thinking about Rakhi and my other sexual encounters. Nevertheless I was very hopeful and just started imagining that surely our new. A pure delight viewing her in sexy lingerie, or even nude, she upped the stakes in her slave attire. In a harness or any other bdsm attire, she was transformed from my wife to my slut. The more we played, the more intoxicated she became to this fetish. Her 38DD breasts stuck out like missles in her gear. While she would not wear hoods, she was receptive to masks and blindfolds, with a growing comfort of gags. We had a third bed that was in storage, and set that up in the lower level. I now had. "Sydney, Sydney over here," I said in an excited voice and getting to my feet. The woman looked in my direction, puzzlement written across her face. Her eyes had not adjusted yet to the dim lighting. Hesitantly she walked in my direction. She was almost upon me when recognition came to her face."Steve? Oh my God, Steve, ' she said. We rushed forward and embraced each other. I held her at arms length and looked her over from head to toe. The woman facing me was no longer the somewhat awkward but. That's when I did it; I laid on my bed and pulled my cock out and started masturbating thinking about my mom. I thought about what a cheating whore she was going to a motel and letting her black boss use her as his sex object. I thought about the size of that guys cock and how much it had to struggle to fit inside her tiny pussy and fuck her insides. I thought about how her face looked when he was screwing her. Two hours ago, the look of pain she had on her face as she clenched her teeth and.