"How was that?" I grin at her."Like this," she says slowly hiking her skirts back up, "and the maid's head was here," she adds, pointing.I get on my k...nees before her. Taking a leg in each hand, I lower my mouth onto her silk covered mound and plant a kiss."Ooh Leutnant," she coos, seductively, "except I don't think she was wearing anything underneath."Her underwear lying discarded on the floor, she gasps,"Yes... that's much more... like it... uh."Placing her feet on my shoulders, she holds me. When other people were near, he would ask her to do things such as getting certain papers or charts or even coffee. But when they were alone he would not ask, but would order her to get or do things.The first time he ordered her to do something she took it in stride,, not thinking much about it. As time went on, she thought about talking to him about his ordered her, but she didn't. Nothing was ever said about how he took her that evening across the table in his office. It was like nothing had. My mind had already forgotten Brenda the bitch and I imagined my wife on her back with some young pool boy probing her insides. Just as I rounded the bottom of the stairs I heard a giggle and then a deep voice, definitely coming from upstairs. I slipped out of my hard-soled shoes and tiptoed in sock feet to the second floor. Our master bath had a door leading into it from the hallway as well as our bedroom, so I ducked into the darkness there to listen. The sounds coming from our bedroom were. Graham was quick to get in beside Fiona and joined Steve in having a feel of Fiona's charms. The rest of them squeezed where they could leaving Donald the armchair.“Fiona here is obviously doing your business the world of good as well as lining my pockets with a good few quid”“Yes correct, she is working wonders I must say”Alice and Sian then tottered in on their heels and served up the ice cold beers each receiving admiring looks of lust and approval as they did so.“What I have here Donald in.