“I think we could all use a shower” said Roger heading for the bathroom. Although slightly cramped, we were able to fit in two at a time and wash ...ourselves and each other. We were past any embarrassment and thought nothing of rubbing soap in each other’s intimate areas. Although a little sore, my arse tingled brightly.We dried ourselves off and lay on the bed naked, letting the warm Mediterranean night air wash over us as we enjoyed a well earned brandy.We talked as we drank, stroking one. Briefly, we are lost in a long moment of romance within the storm of erotic desire we produce when we're together.The instant I pull away, we resume, just as we had been. Your fingers are flying over your clit at constant speed, in contrast to my own rhythm. After withdrawing slowly and carefully each time, I recklessly thrust into you, burying myself as deep as is possible with each thrust. You know it will turn sharp sooner or later, but right now you can feel another dull wave of heat start. I stood awkwardly now on the porch as Kate and the two girls ran to greet Vince as he stepped out of the car. The sinking feeling that had been pulsing for the past few weeks now settled into an uncomfortable permanence in my gut. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheek…“Maid…the bags.”“Yes Sir.”The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.The rest of his things would arrive. I knew you were fighting to keep your head above water. And I knew you were fighting for us, the wonderful house, the hard work, it was for all of us, I knew that. I was so proud of you. And there was nothing I could do to help you. Yes, I could keep the boys off your back if they were a bit much, I could get a nice meal when you wanted one, but I couldn't really help you." Tears were streaming down her cheeks again, "I was so frustrated that I couldn't help ease your load. A load you took on.