Upto now it had only been women who knew about my life in bra and knickers.I was rather apprehensive about a male family member finding out aboutme. B...t my fears were soon resolved. As we stepped inside there was amaid waiting for us. A maid wearing an identical pinafore dress to myown. "Didi, meet Geraldine," said Alice. Geraldine and I smiled at eachother a little nervously; two husbands who now found themselves as maids.Our mother-in-law pointed out to us what areas needed. I needed release. My body craved it so much that I began to scream softly at first. I knew I was throwing my head back and forth. He pulled his tongue away and I felt the vibrator turned off. "No, no, no, please," I heard myself cry. I yelped as I felt my nipples burn and realized I was trying to lower my legs. Tears of frustration were escaping down my head to my temples. "Please, I beg you. Let me come. Don't stop," I sobbed. His response was to pull the vibrator out. Before I could say. It wasn’t anything especially crazy now that I look back. I mean, my shirt came off, heavy petting, and eventually I started going down on him. The usual. Where it differed was when I thought he was getting ready to cum, he stopped me, and got on the carpet in front of me. He pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down, and for the first time in my life a guy went down on me. I remember it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced in my life. After a few short minutes of terror (did I. “Spread,” he said, tapping my legs apart. I moved them open. “Farther,” he smacked my thigh. I opened my legs even farther so that they were shoulder width apart. He patted my pussy. “You’re just dripping wet, aren’t you? You like this pain, don’t you?” he grinned. “Yes sir,” I said through the chain in my mouth. He went back into his bag and stayed behind me. A second later I felt a hard smack land right on my ass. I let out a little cry, as hard as I tried not to. He smacked me again. I.