Somehow she managed to nip between the tables in spite of the fact that she was wearing shoes with a dangerously high heel. She seemed the perfect ima...ge of a dutiful, attentive, maid servant.Our job was to make sure that the food from the kitchens reached the side boards in the dining room and that dirty plates and dishes were removed as quickly as possible. That kept us running up and down stairs almost continuously. The bearded and mustached maid that had let me in when I first arrived was. She must have known it was ready to cum.My father was asleep downstairs in their bedroom so he had no ideas what was going on upstairs, he went to bed every night by 8 pm he had to get up for work at 3am. That left her me and my sister who was also asleep in the other bedroom the only ones awake.My mother continued to come to my room every night after that, I would get hard and she would play with me masturbating my cock moving the skin up and down so slowly it always felt so fucking good. I. With his cock buried completely up my ass, he lay his chest down on my back. I must have been moaning or making some sort of noise, but my mind was in heavenly shock.“Like that? Better get ready,” he warned.He pulled out slowly, added more lube, then pressed back in without the agonizing discomfort of before. Again he removed most of his cock and added lube. Again, he forced himself into my bowels. And again, more pleasure, less pain. He began a slow, easy rhythm. His cock the piston, my. "Better."They walked together to the ballroom where roughly 1,500 conference participants mingled, drank and ignored the music provided by the hotel DJ. Karl and Zahra walk through making sure everyone was enjoying themselves. After an hour or so, Karl got a call and left the room a short while later he returned, grinning."What?" I just knew we could not get out of here without one last crisis." Now what?" Zahra had had the same feeling."Some kind of technical glitch. Come on." He led her out a.