Considering that this was as natural a thing for a woman to be doing at that time of night, and the fact that she was fully clothed (as best I could t...ll), I was surprised to note the rapid swelling in my trousers. I stripped down, went in and took a quick shower. I left the bathroom light on and headed back to my room. Though my room was still dark, the room had a dim light from the light in Mariam’s bedroom, and a slightly brighter, backlight from my bathroom. I walked to my dresser and set. This in itself was a thrill. I wondered how it was for her. Just a day earlier, and for years before that, she had been a helper for me, ready to do whatever tasks I, and the office, needed. Nothing sexual, nothing like this. But still, orders. And all that time, whenever I had been around her, I had been very conscious of how much I yearned to take orders from her, instead, how the mere sight of her womanly bust, her legs and especially her feet, were capable of exciting me. I had been with. She tried to relax, shifting to support as much of her weight as she could on tip toe. Listening for him, all she heard was the creek burbling past and the birds occasionally calling out to each other. A light midday breeze flitted across her bare skin.Vaguely at first, then more definitely, she heard his returning footsteps. Fear battled with arousal as she wondered at what she had gotten herself into this time. He stepped in front of her. Somehow seeing his face was a relief. He reached up to. That was like an electric shock which started the sensations between my legs all over again. I felt her finger, slippery with her juices and mine, slide down my crack and enter my hole. Then a new sensation of warm breath on my pussy, and the warm smoothness of her tongue as it slid up and down my crack, just tickling my clit and then sliding down to my hole. Toby’s cock was twitching in my hand and dribbling sweet pre-cum so I had to taste it. I lifted my head and put the tip of my tongue on.