My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly and leave the open doorway, while my attention was again returning to normal and I looked deep into my... wife's happy eyes. "I guess you don't want anything from the store?" I hadn't the energy to laugh.I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my maid's upper breast., nor the gentle sway they had undergone as she moved before me. And the sight of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me and my wife was embarrassing, not to say damn. There are so many guys out there who want their wives to play but they aren't particularly interested, and he was one. He and his wife had talked about it and they had had an ad at one point which she knew about, but she was never really keen and they took it down. He was on there as a single male by this point, but was still keen to engage her if he could. After chatting for a while we agreed a direct approach wouldn't work, so we came up with a cunning ruse for me to try and get her. I gasped again. “Owww!” A look of determination crossed his handsome face followed by a split second of anger across his brow. Then his muscles flexed, his shoulders bunched and his hips were thrust forward sharply, driving his hard cock into my vagina. “Yeow!” The pain was agonising; sharp and hard. I yelped in alarm but he didn’t stop. Again he thrust, harder still. Again I yelped. Then his whole body seemed to flex and with a grunt the muscles of his thighs and belly bunched tightly and he. She's an extremely goodlooking woman and she's the kind of woman who really wants you to bed herjust by looking at her. Anyway we became good friends despite herbecoming my client, particularly when I found out she was calledElisabeth while as you know my wife's name is spelt with a Z.She spoke fluent English and was extremely good at her job. Anyway sherang recently from Munich and told me she was coming to the London againto work for a few days and wondered if we could meet up socially.