She smiled herself. She was beginning to recognize this little game. They had played it before. She closed her eyes again and lost herself to the simp...e pleasure of the brush running through her hair, again and again, building a charge in her like static electricity. She felt herself growing warmer. He kept on for some time, his fatigue forgotten, no thoughts of the morning alarm intruding on his reverie or her feelings of contentment."Stand up" he tells her as he lays down her brush. Her hair. I felt the tight, smooth wetness of her opening give way to my fully erect manhood as it continued to slide into her confines. It felt like a skin-tight glove giving way to a finger being pushed in. It seemed to separate and open just as the intruder made its journey inward. Suddenly, I hit a barrier and she cried out in pain. Easy! she spat as she tightened up. Then she slowly drew me out of her, but then suddenly, she pulled me through the barrier in one hard pull of her hands. She cried out. " "In seven days from now, she would have to deliver 28 bend tapered candles, warped by the warmth and shape of her nether bowels. The plan was that at the morning of the first day, I would slide one lubed candle into her butt, and remove it at the morning of the next day, when I would insert two fresh candles, then three on the following day's morning, and so on. The tapered shape of the candles would ensure that they wouldn't slip out of Vanessa, at least not unintentionally.Of course my maid. .na! my manhood was so stiff and hard the blood vessels pumping and throbbing I couldn't. Anyway it looked (so it seemed to me!)like my neighbor was enjoying the attention. How could I tell I hear you ask!Her hands said it all. After, what feels like my neighbor had checked that I had not moved. She slowly started to move her hands down to the top of her legs, until they arrived at her pussy. I am I seeing what I think I am, my neighbor is playing with herself in front of me? Believe you me, my.