After a guilt filled and cognac heavy night, I awoke the next day moredetermined than ever to rehabilitate my husband. I knew that the journeywould in...onvenience me. Admit it; it would you too if you had had a maidfor three years and had never had to lift a finger to clean or maintainyour home.Regardless, the shame inflicted upon by online reviewers directed mycourse for this next day, the first of Georgie's new life with me.As I awoke, Georgie was standing at the foot of my bed, ready as. She clenched the bed sheet with one hand and dug her nails into my back leaving a red scar which I noticed the next morning.I was slow fucking her making a perfect love.. I got up a bit and place her legs over my shoulder and increased my pace and grabbed her by her tits and kissed her legs….. Her eyes were closed due to intensity and heat. I am a heavy guy with muscle and a bit fat all over my body. And was sweating a lot. Which made everything, even more, hot.. I gradually fell on her and. "Hi, I'm Peter" the middle aged man muttered offering to shake my hand. He was well dressed in a business suit, a little over weight & greying at the sides. I introduced myself & we chatted for a while. It turned out he was on his way home after a 2 week busines trip & he was looking foward to getting home to his wife for some re-union sex. "Do you smoke?" he asked, offering me a puff on his joint. I accepted,fearing I would be caught & be kicked off the train yet again.Soon though I didnt care. I knew, however, that patience was essential in this matter of the heart.After the remaining guests left, I set out to find the home of Lady Willoughby. Not surprisingly, it was an elegant house with a balcony extending from what I deduced was the master bedroom. I watched from the darkness as flickering light highlighted her body through the glass. I leapt to her balcony in time to see the enchanting Elizabeth undress.Lurking in the shadows, I should have felt shame watching her, invading her.