Sometimes I was even helping her with it.I was getting restless by just looking at our maid’s deep cleavage and her round jiggling ass as she worked... Masturbating while imagining her wasn’t helping anymore.I slowly started dressing more freely and openly whenever the maid used to come around. I was always in a loose pair of shorts that gave a very good outline of my 7-inches long dick if I got excited even a bit. She had started noticing the change in my behaviour and I could feel it made her. I walked slowly up the drive and knocked on the door. My mind was blank.Sally answered. “Hi, Ron. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“I’m not sure, Sally. I was just driving past and need someone to talk to.”“Come on in. Sarah’s here as well. We were just chatting about everything that had happened.”“Oh, that’s good. Can I join you?”“Yep, of course, you should know that. You don’t have to ask.”“I’m afraid that with the state of mind that I’m in, I know nothing. I can’t even understand how we come. There isn't too much conversation there these days. the k**s were their usual snarky selfs and my wife i, too tired to correct them. after dishes, we went to our separate bedrooms. i could hear the drone of her tv. i slipped into my pj's and turned this sex machine on. it opened to his home page. it was there, his delicious manhood hung heavily again swinging before my eyes. my cock twitched, i touched myself through the flannel material. my dick, my cock began to swell. i squeeze the fat. She looks them all over, "Good morning my latina sluts." Aliaranna says with a toothy grin. The girls call back, "Good morning mistress Aliaranna."Aliaranna looks them over more as she walks the corridor, looking at all her beautiful sluts before stopping at the sixth bed and motioning the girl to stand up, "Come with me slut, your the first for today.' The girl whose name we shall call Cilla stands up and walks behind Aliaranna. Aliar leads her to a back room where a chair sits, ordering her.