Since I was sixteen, I always use to check out the maid’s boobs and ass, the way they swing them, while walking or when they are cleaning the floors... their boobs are popping out of their shirts, or washing clothes when they are all wet. I have even seen them taking bath, or feeding their children. I have even taken some pictures of them from my mobile phone.Now to the original story, it had been three months since Mehnaz was working at our place I daily use to watch her cleaning the floors when. You return to leaning against the chair as I kneel behind you, placing long kisses to the small of your back, around and over the top of each ass cheek, my hands playing up and down your legs as I kiss each cheek all over and down to where they meet your legs. My hands move up and kneed your cheeks spreading you open as I continue kissing just above the crack of your ass. I hear you breathing heavy, moaning as I kiss your butt and I feel you pushing back against my face moving with your. Mmm yeah choke on my big dick you fuckin slut. I gagged and came close to throwing up as he pumped quickly in and out of my throat, before pulling out. He was harder than ever and his pulsating cock sent an electric shock of fear through my heart for some reason. He grabbed it with his large hand and stroked it up and down, my hair still in his other fist. I turned my face away as much as possible. Heh, that was fun, but nows the best part. The part youve been waiting for. He licked his thick. The drumbeat was like my heart. The horns were like the song that was in it. Lust filled me. All of a sudden it stopped, as they posed and my eyes fixated onto one person in the front."...and the Enchanting... Wings Dance Team... Your Mighty Eagle Band!"I was on the 25-yard line with Kendra Jackson, a cheerleader, who read all my expressions. I had a certain disdain for her. We were representing the National Honor Society. I was king. She was my queen. (I didn't vote for her... Something about.