As my wife blows the now standing Mike I take the opportunity to crawl between Mike’s wife’s open legs. My tongue darts in and out and Mike’s wi...e coos.Mike again says, “I love her mouth on my cock. Warm wet and different from what I am used to.” My wife begins fingering you and playing with your balls. Eventually you sink to the ground and lay down again. She spins around and backs her cunt and ass up over your face…a classic 69 with you and my wife. “Yes, force that cock deep down my throat,”. I curtsied and returned to wait by the front door. Miss Backstitch hadnot yet returned. Five minutes passed, during which I wondered if Ishould be taking drink orders or something. I decided that if they wantedme to serve drinks or anything else, someone would tell me, so I justwaited.The doorbell rang. It was Miss Backstitch."Have they started?" she asked. She hurried to the drawing room. Momentslater, I heard a bell chime and went to see if it was for me."Come in, Lisa," Miss Backstitch said.. She has short curly red hair which frames a very beautiful face which is slightly hidden by a pair of nerdy glasses. She has a smattering of freckles over her face and upper chest. Her skin is very pale.I have often gazed at her soft hands and sexy slim feet with their perfectly maintained nails.She stood up, and slowly removed her dress. She had no need for a bra - she was totally flat chested with tiny little nipples. All that remained were a small pair of white panties.“Nice” I commented.She. Alot of times she would sneak a peak at her fellow co-workers and get wet, she couldn't let that soak through her skinnies.Hear she was, someplace she never thought she'd be in, a tomb to call her own. If there was treasure she would sell half on the black market, the rest she would let get taxed, first by the Egyptian government then by the American government which seems to take over half of her cash, or just take it all together, but she would still have half. She reached the end of the.