She was so tight I felt like shooting my load right then and there. She was so wet from touching herself, she found it easier to thrust my thick pole ...n an out of her.All she could do was pant and moan as she felt my thick cock spread her wider than her fingers ever did, and to her own disbelief almost all of it was now inside her. "Ahhh.... this is so fuckin intense.... oh gawd..."She looked at me, for the first time with lust in her eyes as she kissed me crazily. I started thrusting against. The lady collected her stuff and headed down the stairs. As the buzzer sounded the bloke handed me the french maids outfit with a pair of stockings and suspenders and said he would be back in a moment, as he was going to lock up for a late lunch.i quickly stripped off in the cubicle and could not wait to get the sexy outfit on. i heard the buzzer go as he walked back up the stairs and pulled the curtain back so he could see me dressed like a slutty maid.without saying anything he picked a long. I noticed that the bin had been emptied and that there was a complimentary half bottle of wine on the bedside table. There was a note with it. To the drowned rat, thanks for the giggle, the girls on reception.I poured myself a glass and then turned to my suitcase. I had a sinking feeling when I couldn't get the combination lock open, had I used my birthday or the office extension number? I tried both and neither worked. Still, if all else fails there was always the old trick I'd seen a million. Before the night ended, I realized that I loved her.Even with that realization, I knew that I didn't love Grace any less. Mary had been correct. I was like the gray wolf. In my mind, Grace was my mate for this life. But I wasn't a wolf; I was a human male, and human beings have the capacity to think and act beyond the instinctual behavior of wolves. Also, our capacity for love is unbounded. Human love had to be potentially infinite. Otherwise I couldn't love Mary and Grace like I did. What this.