Sarge was the neighbors dog, a massive but gentle German Shepherd. Becky and her sister fed and walked him when his owner was away, and it had become ...a weekend ritual, but her sister was away tonight. Still, he would appreciate it, and she might as well get it done now - her clothes were already covered in dog fur and stink because Dani's poodle bitch was in heat and had been jumping all over her. Becky waved goodbye to her mother, then moved to the kitchen to grab Sarge's bowl and fill it with. I stepped in the room to shake his hand. I asked if he and his wife where down for the week. She smiled and said I'm not married and that noise you hear is Thomas. Hey Thomas come meet the husband. A equality tall and well built black guy came out of the bath room to shake my hand. He was very well groomed and well spoken. He said I really want to thank you for inviting us two down for a week of sun and sex. I let go of his hand and said what? He said thank you for the use of your spare room. Then I couldn’t get to see him for a few days, and after some 3 weeks he rang our door bell and asked for a cloth that had fallen from his balcony to ours. I went outside and fetched it for him. I enquired about him and that’s when I got to know that he is a servant on the house just above mine, and that to a full time one.His strong manly built and big arms were my primary focal attention, and don’t know why, but every alternate second I kept looking at them, which was liable to get noticed. Your spare roomcard in my hand. Looking at the number on the door, I hesitate. Taking a deep breath, I gain the courage to move forward.As the door slowly opens, I hear the shower. The coast is clear for my entry. I close the door gently, so as not to make any noise. I can feel wetness between my thighs as I walk towards you. The beat of my heart is thumping in my ears. You are just stepping out of your trousers. Seeing you bent over slightly, I just couldn't help myself. I reach out and.