He pulled his fingers out of me, a little, then went back in and repeated this motion. It stung a bit, but it felt so good at the same time. He was st...ll kissing me when i moaned. I pulled away and gasped. Youre a virgin…arent you? He smiled slyly. I bit my lip and nodded. How did he know? Just like that, as if reading my mind he said youre so tight…its like youre messaging my fingers. I just looked up at him. He looked over my body and decided my pants were a little hindrance and slid them. It was my servant who had got tea for me. I asked him to come inside. While he was serving tea to me I suddenly looked at him. I had never in the past years ever looked at any servant least of all my servant.But today after the lift incident I noticed my servant for the first time. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Could it be possible that he too was sporting a huge dirty filthy cock as that haraami who molested me? My servant Raju was about 28 years old I guessed. That made him nearly 10. By the time I had reached the top of her black thong bikini bottom she was giving Fred the blow job of his life. I could see her head moving slowly up and down. With each movement Fred was letting her know how much he was enjoying her lips on his cock. I was on my knees behind her slowly pulling down her thong. As it slipped off and fell to the floor she opened her legs. First, I began to kiss each cheek then lick slowly moving to her pussy and ass. As I spread her cheeks with my hands I. .. No. Go into the living room and I’ll be right back!” She was off to the garage.“What was that about?” I asked as Melody flowed into my arms.“I don’t know, but she’s been giddy all day,” Melody said.“In fact, it started yesterday, but you two were otherwise engaged,” Lissa answered. “What on earth is she up to?” We moved into the living room and sat down to wait.“Damon? Drew?” Kate called. “Come help me, please.” The rest of us waited with odd expressions on our faces.At last, Kate and the.