But not wet enough, yet." He barked, and then his head was between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my pussy. Each wet stroke sent a wave of pleasure ...hroughout me, my moaning grew louder and louder as I clutched the sheets. "You're not cumming, slut. Not now." He said as I neared orgasm. He rose and loomed above me. I opened my mouth readily, hungry for his cock. He thrust himself into me, and I became almost overwhelmed by him, so close to me, filling my mouth just nearly making me gag. He. Now all I had on was my stockings, suspenders, bra and panties. I continued to do the dusting. However the next time I glanced over at the man I saw that he had undone his trousers and was holding his cock in his right hand. It wasn't massively big, but did seem to have a large purple head to it.The woman noticed. "Arthur... please!" Sorry dear." He said, but made no attempt to hide it or even to stop looking at me.The woman came over to me and asked me to follow her. She led me over to Arthur. I think that nothing could have surprised Ted more than seeing his old friend answering the door dressed as a maid. He looked like he was ready to run, but his knowledge that I would tell his wifey about us if he didn't obey made him consider the consequences, and he walked in. "Ted, I see that you are surprised at what is before you. Because I have decided that you and I are going to be occasional lovers, I'm going to let you in on a few things. First, as you can see, Jason is now my slave.. Marcus’s hand tightened briefly on hers as she would have removed it and she looked back at him in surprise. ‘My name by the way is Marcus, not Mr. Phillips,’ he told her quietly. Did it matter? She wondered to herself as she left the house, they weren’t likely to meet again so what did it matter? ‘Marcus though’, she thought dreamily to herself, what an absolutely gorgeous name — for a gorgeously sexy man! As she loaded the car up with slightly tipsy young men she glanced up at the house. She.