?Sit still.?Damn it! My frustration flared abruptly into anger and I turned to snap at Aaron. ?You—? But he caught my chin and kissed me, not the wa... I was imagining a moment before, but lightly, just grazing the skin on my cheek near my ear. ?Poor tormented girl,? he murmured against my hair. ?You look so beautiful like this, desperate, but desperate to please. Now order whatever you want. And you can have me later.?I laughed, but it felt like a sob. He would be my downfall, this man. I. So pardon me for that. So let’s get to the story. I was married and lived happily with my wife. We used to have a maid, who comes every morning for doing housework. I didn’t notice her much as my wife would always be around and I don’t want to create any issues.Let me tell you about my maid. She is in her 30’s. I don’t know her exact age as I have never asked her. She is the mother of 3 kids. She has a milky white complexion with big boobs and a nice round, big ass. She has a curvy body and. During the time spent on that hillside in the Falklands Harry had told me many things—not that I'm going to repeat all of what he said. He had been engaged in a rather convoluted sexual liaison with four females before we had left for the Falklands. Harry had met his future wife, Cynthia, while he was still at Sandhurst. The Sandhurst cadets, all young bloods, would motor up to London on a free weekend and hit the clubs. It was in Stringfellows, a regular haunt of Sloane Rangers, that he had. No real story line, just “Hard, Pounding, and Close-Up Sex” was the catch phrase for one selection, so I chose it.I lay back on the bed and turned up the volume. I love to hear women groan, grunt and pant when they are getting fucked; it is the sexiest thing in the world for me. Hearing a woman making appreciative noises during sex drives me wild. Hearing, “Uhh! Uhh!”, in rhythm as she is getting fucked, is music to my ears. Shelly will make hot sounds when she is really excited, but too.