She used to go early morning around 5:30 am and come back around 6:30, and nothing much suspicious.I began smelling something fishy during her morning...walk. One day I woke up early. After drinking water from the kitchen, I saw Ammi getting ready wearing slippers for her morning walk. By chance, I heard her speaking to someone on the phone.She seemed very happy and giggling. I thought some relative or friend. I eavesdropped on her. Finally, I heard her saying, “Abhi nikal rahi hu. 15 minutes. She knew that she couldn't knock her maid up since she kept her on the pill. However, the fantasy was powerful enough to be a massive turn-on. Firmly planted in her maid's pussy, she left her hand wander over her breasts and her pebble-hard nipples as she slowly started thrusting inside of her little sex toy. She lifted a nipple to her mouth and flicked it with the tip of her tongue just as she was getting into a rhythm with her fucking. Obviously to the cries and wails of her maid, Miss K. Phil was kneeling by the recliner and Moria was holding a swollen breast offering it to him. I saw driblets of milk or some substance that looked like milk squirt from the nipple and hit Phil’s cheek before he captured it and began to suck on her teat.A short time later, Moria beckoned me over and I too got to sample her milk. As the first dribble of warm fluid flowed across my tongue, I was able to determine it tasted sweet, which surprised me. It also had a slightly salty albeit not. . even now, as he watched her graceful movements beside his Uncle, the powerful little man holding affectionately to her hand, and the manner in which she conducted herself in the presence of Montreal's most elite... as if she had been born to it... filled him with pride and love. God, if only he didn't have this other worry, he thought.Uncle Gaston had assured him a dozen times that there was nothing to get upset about, but just the idea of Ottawa sending officials over to look at the company.