I loved the freedom of living alone and that gave me a sense of independence. I had a part-time maid by the name of Arti. My parents had kept her for ...me. She used to work in their house and then come to mine later in the day. She was a middle-aged women, in her late 30s. Quite attractive, her figure was perfect (not fat or skinny). She had just the right amount of meat in the right areas. She used to wear sarees mostly and sometimes suits. She had been working for the past 8 years. She had seen. You lick a line between the firm mounds, and she tries to hold you in place as you dip your head to kiss her belly, down the faint trace of down until your chin makes scratchy contact with her bush. The smell of her is intoxicating—her sweet perfume, still lingering from the night before, the faint sourness of wine, and the heady tang of her oozing pussy. You stand up and kiss her again, full on the mouth. She holds your head tight against her, desperate for you inside her, any way she can get. “Happy birthday love,” Jim said. Daddy0 blew out the candle as the crowd roared, and then I felt the phallus ripped from my pussy. “Happy birthday to me!” he yelled and I felt his huge member at the mouth of my cunt. Slowly, he entered my virgin boi-pussy and I loved the feel of his manhood impaling me. I bit down on the apple moaning. After getting balls deep inside of me, Daddy0 began to rock in and out and I answered with my hips. He began to pound into me increasing his tempo. I bit. "Il respira un peu mieux. "J'ai occup? plusieurs petits emplois, mais pasaussi importants qu'ici." Il ajouta quelques d?tails sur ses petits jobs.Quand il eut termin?, Jessica referma son stylo et regarda Sam dans lesyeux. "Bien, tu connais les ordinateurs?"Le regard de Jessica, magnifiquement relev? par un peu de noir autour desyeux, intimida Sam mais il r?ussit ? r?pondre, "Oui, assez bien. Nous enavons beaucoup utilis? ? l'?cole. Je connais aussi les logicielsbureautique." Parler de choses.