Looking again at the figure by the building Christen pushed her fingers deeper into her sex pocket, even as the man tossed the cigarette away, looked ...up and saw her blonde head peeking above the window ledge.The guy looked around, presumably for anyone who might object to him investigating the situation. Finding none, he began a slow, casual walk toward the parked car. The blonde head in the open passenger door window did not move, so he continued his leisurely pace toward her. His heart. I heard him let out a little gasp with each stab of his thick cock. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my face. I hoped my makeup wasn't running too badly.Marie grabbed a tube of lipstick off the desk and ran over to me. She whipped my veil off my face and dropped to her kneed beside the bed. Dave stopped pumping for a moment as Marie quickly re-applied lipstick to my lips. Lipstick that I had left smudged on Dave's big cock. The moment she was finished Dave resumed pounding me."God, that. She then pulled on the black satin micromini dress, and after zipping it up, had a good bit of cleavage showing between the outer sides of the built in push up bra. The apron was tightened around her tiny waist, and the lace hat was put on her forehead. Martinique put on a pair of 6" heeled shoes with pointed toes, then donned her white gloves. She picked up a duster, then said, "May Martinique clean your house, My Lord?" "Brava, let's see more!" Martinique quickly doffed the maid. When I made a move to reach over for her, she started right in, resisting me fiercely. Surprisingly, for all her seeming resistance and reluctance, it was no trouble for me, grabbing both her arms, and restraining her hands up over her head. I had rolled over on one of her legs and was hoping that Joyce had the other. When I didn't get kneed in my kidney, I started feeling more confident about things. I knew that Emily would have put up a much better fight if she really didn't want us doing.