I made her laugh and she tapped my leg and she touched my cock this time her hand just stayed there and she was shocked I could see her face. I asked ...er what’s wrong and she told me nothing I told her you can tell me it’s fine and I out my hand on her hand and moved her hand over my cock she started stammering but then asked me if I was hard and why. I told her it was the cause of her and explained everything she seemed surprised and she told me it wasn’t right.But then I told her that she’s. She started screaming, "Oh fuck, oh god!” as she came on my thrusting cock, then collapsed on my chest out of breath. I rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her hard, pulling her legs up and onto my shoulders. I slowed down a little, each thrust going the full length of my cock. As I slid my cock back to where just the swollen head was at her lips, I grabbed her ankles, spread her legs apart and then thrust the full length of my swollen shaft into her.With a loud gasp she shouted,. I entered and there was an old man dressed as a female maid. The usual maid oufit of black dress white pinafore and white hat. I was ordered to stand on the doormat just inside, which was made of that coarse coconut type of material. "OK arms up" I was ordered and my shirt was removed. Then my belt undone and my trousers pulled down sharply. He then realised he couldn't get them past my shoes. So they were removed alon with my socks. I stood the on that spikey feeling doormat and he then pulled. But was also quite embarrassing when he asked for a report of the experience and then consequently coerced her into admitting the pleasure and arousal she had derived from it. He seemed to enjoy these little “interrogations” as he called them and despite her initial response to such discussion, he had convinced her to admit that she, too, like it very much. It was a perfunctory and rather uninspired performance that evening. The cast, the dancers, the musicians all seemed to have become.