Pablo (not his real name), our host, works for the Royal Mail. He lives with his dog in a small two bedroom council house. Unlike Layla, who’s face ...is shown in great detail, Pablo’s face is digitized to protect his anonymity. He speaks as little as possible – we might hear an occasional instruction or word of advice given to Layla. The house is neat but small, simply decorated, with movie posters on the walls and a huge plasma tv dominating the single living area.Pablo’s dog is a large. I didn’t even realize I haddone it. He put his arms around my waste and pushed his cockagainst my cunt. I pushed back and he became rock hard again.This time he was going to eat me and lick me and fuck me!!!!!We started looking at each other intently, and he slowlylowered his face to kiss me while we were pushing againsteach other‘s groin. It was such a light kiss, I almost didn’tfeel it. He kept his lips on mine and kissed me harder. Thenhe parted my lips with his tongue and started French. . this is o..one of my work uniforms. I.. It's a special service... I.. I cost way morethan a regular maid."He's staring at me, which is making me uncomfortable, but... he seemsnearly as nervous as I am, "S.. special service?" Yeah.. for the.. err.. special interest customer. It's err... a littleembarrassing.," I flush, gesturing at my uniform, "But err... it payswell..."Which is the only reason I can think of that a real girl would take a joblike this, or at least the job I'm pretending to. We heard a noise and backed off immediately. I soaped up, hoping that if someone was coming, our erections would go down. But the thought of his cock in my hand prevented that. I soaped, and he watched. I imitated his movements, paying special attention to my cock and balls and ass as we grew brave again. He was openly jacking now, and I was sorely tempted to get on my knees and suck it.He came over to me, behind me, and reached around to stroke me. I felt his cock in the cheeks of my virgin.