No problem”. She went into the bathroom. After a while I heard the sound of the washing machine being turned on. She came out into the hall again, �...�You OK?”, she asked. “Yes auntie”. “I will put him to sleep and come. Your clothes should take only another 15 minutes”. I nodded and started to browse through the magazine that was on the table. She went in again.I was sitting on the couch going through a magazine, when I noticed the maid standing outside, in the porch. She was smiling at me. I. ’ When that vessel, London Fog, arrived in New York to discharge a mixed cargo of dates, baseball bats, barreled sardines and reprints of original French postcards, Fred jumped ship and was processed by officials as a distressed alien and given immediate American citizenship, full documentation and $5000 in cash, this was a little before Home Security tightened procedures. TWO Frederick quickly found work, because the average stay of a chef in a take-out restaurant was those days was from start. No one. Not a soul, if you do I could get in deep trouble and go to jail.”“I know, I’m not going to tell anyone.” I smiled. “Not even my best friend will know.”He smiled and leaned over and lifted me into his arms setting me on his lap. “Good. Now lets go have some fun.” He stood up carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. What he said was true. He did have everything ready for me. There on his bedposts were handcuffs for each of my hands and for each leg. He set me down and smiled closing his. .." I blurted out as I felt the cum boil in my balls. "Oh I am ready just fire away." Pat said. Just as the first rope of cum started to shoot from cock Pat pulled her top down allowing her boob to pop out and that rope of cum of cum hit her right on the nipple. Then another and another. As the cum shot from my dick and landed on her she rubbed it into her skin and smeared the goo around her tit and nipple. When the last bit of cum had shot from me, she smeared the tip of my cock around her.