I didn’t say anything. Kept on holding the boobs of the maid.“ I only sent your mother up, for you,” said the maid.That was news to me. But I wa... happy she did.“thanks,” I said, taking her hand to my groin. She got the hint. She raised my dhothi, put her hand inside my underwear and took out my too, which was still erect, as I had no chance to unload my juice. The naughty maid held my cock in her left hand and with her right hand took hold of my mom’s hand placed it on cock. That was nice. Now. “Come on she said give me your present I want you to share every bit of yourself with me. I’ll keep you clean and it’ll go into the diaper”. I said no again I really felt embarrassed at pooing myself in front of her. It was humiliating and sharing this most private of processes needed real trust. I heard her reach into her suitcase and she showed me a thick dildo. “Let’s see if you can be persuaded young lady”. She covered it in lubricant and I felt my anus being coated with a cold. The first shot nearly hit him on the chin and it was followed by a second eruption that didn't go as far, but added to the growing pool of the sticky white goo on his chest and stomach. Then his cock pulsed again and a final string spit out of the tip. I didn't know that a guy could cum so much. Of course I'd never actually watched a man orgasm before and could only judge by how much got into my mouth or leaked into my panties. I ran my fingers through the puddles on his chest as he watched me.. Then the howls began. As the fire swayed and flowed, devouring the bodies and disintegrating them, noises echoed within the metal walls of the sacrificial altar. Wails, like banshees crying out for their lost loved ones as they roamed graveyards, filled the cave the four vampires stood in. The sound had nowhere to go, so it echoed against the stone and metal, until it sank into the walls, and into the graves above. Three Kings Cemetery was a haunted graveyard, after all.Beatrice raised her hand.