(my advisor shall we say.) Each week I saw more of her, and i could tell she was more relaxed around me. We would meet in fancy bars. restaurants and ...offee shops. She was intrigued as to how a young Kenyan man brought up in the England would want to socialise with an older lady - and not the younger ones. The secret she didn't know was that I had always been attracted to mature women! Surely enough she was a lover of wine like myself... We spent hours discussing the technicalities of wine.. to. This was followed by some bright red lipstick and I was ready. The Indian maid in red ready for her chores.Sheena went to the office then and I started my chores. If anyone knocked the door I was to say I was the new maid servant Robina.I had to sweep the floors, cook the dinner, do the dishes, dust the house, make the beds, etc. Sheena was very pleased with my work.As a few days went by I started enjoying myself. What I didn't know was that Sheen planned to keep me as her own slave.One night. “No, Donald, I made this for you,” she tells him.And he responses that he made his for her.Sipping their wine, they both examine closely the artwork of the wrapper each made, laughing over the names they had come up with. ‘Daddy-oh’ and ‘Ohyes!’ They each take the bar they made back and break off a small bite to feed each other. The taste of dark chocolate, peanut butter, toffee, and nuts fill Emma’s mouth. All things she so loves. She feels herself getting wet just from the sensation of. Upward pounding. Until he felt his orgasm take him, and he pulled her down hard against his pubic bone, crushing against hers and her clit. Shooting deep into her rippling insides. Her body trembling, continuing to be overwhelmed. Almost convulsive. As sustained an orgasm as he’d ever seen. Even with the last of his ejaculate done, she continued to have aftershocks travel through her body.Her wide eyes looked down on him. Her rich mocha coloring tinged with red. “Joe,” she murmured.“You were.