Her name was rose, she told me what would be the best time for her to start work ash usually left for work at seven thirty. I told her if she could co...e at 6.30, dust the house, wash the utencils and wash the clothes after i have left. She agreed and started work the very day.Rose worked like as if this was her own house, she was clean, neatly dressed and even spoke to me in english. As i was always in a hurry to get to work, i did not pay much attention to her. She came in the morning, started. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was pounding his eight-inch monster into her. Now, my wife has a hard time cooling down once she gets going. Darren was wrung out, but she was begging for more, so he invited four of his friends over. She said she had never felt so wicked in all her life. It was the first time she had done more than one man at a time, but to hear her talk, it wouldn’t be the last. She took them on one by one until an hour before I came home. Then she did all. We practiced the various dances for two hours. At the end I was sore but relieved. I could handle Saturday night without a problem.Our dancing partners were leaving next week; they were part of the two teams leaving for Africa.The Friday morning commute was quiet. Things at Section 12 were not. Iran was trying desperately to find out where Balthazar had disappeared to. The Egyptian Ambassador had called Troy again, then tried the State Department route.We had the phone and had disabled its GPS. That night, Leila had another dream. She had just gotten home from work. Ace was sitting on her living room sofa. The door to the back porch was broken. He sat there naked, nonchalant. She could see they were alone. He was stroking his cock, not saying a word. Leila stripped out of her dress, took off her bra and pulled down her thong and still in her high heels she climbed onto his lap and carefully slid his cock up her slit. “There’s my little whore,” Ace said. She rode on him in silence..