All I had on my mind was getting out of these business clothes and into our large soaker tub and relax.I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and as I go... to the top of the stairs, I heard strange sounds coming from our bedroom… sounds I immediately identified as the moaning and crying of sex! I crept closer to the door wanting to find out what the hell was going on and as I approached I heard a sound that would soon change my entire life.I heard Maria, our maid, demand, "Yes! That's it, Sir! Fuck. Long speeches, boring manifestos, I didn't care so longas it didn't hurt me. That's why I found their training so strange. The firstthing that Mirella trained me in, was holding in my urine. She made me drinka lot of water, and "stretch out" my bladder, as she explained it. At first it was most difficult, and I found myself wetting myself, streamsof urine running down my legs if I were standing, or spraying across my legsand feet if I were laying down. While I didn't like being wet, it was. As the R train pulled into the station, Sean found himself wishing he'd never stopped off at Valducci's. If he hadn't run into Angelina, he wouldn't have been reminded of the downside of those days. It was just as well, he told himself, that she was never going to give him that call. If she really wanted to see him again, she would've given him her number rather than just taking his.A half hour after walking into his apartment, Sean was sitting down to dinner. A can of chicken a la king over. She started to drink juice from my cock. Ooooh , it was a heavenly sensation. Ooooouch I cant explain it. After her breath taking sucking, my cock was as hard as an iron rod, ready for the real game. I took her to diwan. She sit at the edge and widened her legs. Ooh her reddish color pussy was clearly opened. That sight made me even mad. I started to rub my cock hard on her clit. I then began to fuck her clit which she enjoyed with deep moans.Then I rubbed it on her pussy. She was getting.