“How is your skin?” he asks rather teasingly.“It is paining all over” I say in a low voice.“Where?”“There only.”“What? Up or down?�... How shamelessly he asks. It does not annoy me, however.“hmmm. I don’t know”He pulls me towards him. “Stop, if anyone sees.” I see from the corner of my eyes the increasing size of his penis. It is moving up and down inside his lungi. He still holds my hand. Then he keeps his palm on mine. I am fully mesmerized with his bold sexual advancement in broad day light in. I do want you very much.****************************************************You are really hot--do you really relieve yourself inthe shower? I guess it feels good with the hot waterpounding on your hard cock while your hand squeezesand moves it. Then you are thinking nasty thoughtsabout us and how you want to take your time fucking meanally. You'll listen to me pant and hear me beg youto hurry up, but you won't. You'll want to make sureI take in every inch of your hard cock going in soslow and. My consciousness swims in a bright orange darkness and relaxes to swimming pool sounds: bouncy diving boards, screaming children and swimsuits dripping on the way to towels. Sweaty moisture glazes my chest and drips into folded crevices of skin. I reach for the suntan lotion, but before I open it, footsteps run by and dive into the water, raining a giant splash upon me. I awake and spy the culprit – a short freckle-faced kid who by now was at the other side of the pool. I dry myself and see. Good day to you Ma'am."Pat gave me another meaningful look as I moved away from the door to letthem in.As we were sipping coffee sitting around the kitchen table Pat turned tome and said mater- of-factly, "I guess you will be the maid in thisapartment Crissie since Tony saw you in action, at least during hisworking hours; you must come and go from the service door and of coursewear your uniform when you are out shopping or running errands. This iswhat maids suppose to do in this up-market.