She responds, ?Of course I do. Especially, I have two new employees or should I say, owned people, who can only understand this lovely language?. The ...eporter took the chair next to Isabelle and had her writing pad ready. She thought Isabelle was rich and eccentric, but still had to entertain this ?arrogant bitch?.Isabelle shouted, ?Fifi, Cassandra. Come here?. Two Caucasian maids, dressed in French maid uniforms came. ?We hear and obey mistress?, responded the two French maids. Fifi was the. I reached down and moved her long curly hair to the side, watching as she made love to my cock with her mouth. I loved watching her pretty face bob, her lips stretched over my turgid length. I could feel her full soft breasts pressed against my legs and reached down to stroke them."God, I want you so much right now." She looked up at me and I could see the lust reflected in her eyes as well. Her hand continued to stroke me, as she looked up and whispered that she wanted me too ... that she. This was one such moment.I got a call from Sunita at 11 pm, her voice husky with desire over the phone,"Baby, what are you doing tonight?"I instantly knew what she wanted, but there were practical constraints -- her husband was already home, so was her son. My whole family was with me, so sneaking out to a hotel was next to impossible. I said,"Nothing much really, did you have something specific in mind?" Mhmm, I would love to have your cock slide in and out of my slick pussy," she whispered.I. His protective coloration was perfect. He wore his wavy, black hair short, scorning the girlish hair styles of the mainland youth so widely copied by most of the beach boys at Waikiki, and all of the well-muscled, cookie- with-cream complexioned, two hundred pounds of his lazy, six-foot frame exuded a kind of smoldering and indolent masculine sexuality. He was so good-looking he would have been considered a "pretty boy" had he been less obviously and blatantly male. Superficially at least, he.