"Please... you're confusing him."Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely...to her waist and hips, his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass jerking inward and outward at lightning speed. Evidently he couldn't find the correct spot at first, but as Pete moved over to try to help, Mary screamed and left her knees momentarily to rise on her toes, her hands still touching the floor, supporting. His night-time wank was going to be much better. Tonight. It had been ages since he'd had phone sex. The last time was with his late wife Sandra lying beside him. They had both masturbated themselves while listening to another couple – they had never met them – doing the same on their bed. Maybe Cathy and I can do that sometime soon. Why not, he thought. He was determined his new sex partner was going to be introduced to every kind of sexual depravity possible.Cathy, for her part, was still. His wife sighed at the slight touch. Her bare lips were as soft as the inside of a baby’s arm, or the spot behind a woman’s ears. He ran his fingers along the folds of her vagina, then slid a finger into her wetness. ‘Ohhhh…’ she gasped. She was incredibly aroused, he found, and had two fingers pushing in and out of her very quickly. ‘Oh, Kevin! Yesss…’ He lowered his mouth to her slit, running his tongue up through what was left of her auburn bush before snaking back down, across her clit.. "Ready to start now?"I pulled myself together and nodded."You called sir?" Maid Emma asked demurely."Er, yes Emma." I racked my brain for something for her to do. "Er, could you get me a glass of water please my dear?" That sounded a bit silly to me, but I wasn't sure what people with maids asked for."Certainly sir." Emma said, dropping a curtsey. I smiled at the cuteness of it. She picked up a glass from the night stand and the small tray it had been stood on, opened a bottle of mineral water.