Donald continues to slide his dick into her over and over. He knows he does not have long to go before he needs to release. He lifts his hand to Emm...a’s clit, presses back the hood and begins to orbit her planet.He knows this will take her over the brink, and he hears her guttural moan as her back arches towards him, and she clamps against him throbbing. Yes, Emma is having her first release. But Donald does not let up. Now he starts a wonderful tap dance on her clit as he thrusts in and out. She is a busy professional, and it was her idea to have meserve as her maid, saying that it would soften up my resistance toother things. Did I have a choice? So each Monday, I would clean herplace from top to bottom, while she lounged around, dressed scantily,often talking and laughing about her new maid to her girlfriends, orher boyfriend, on the phone. Laundry, vacuuming, dusting, dishes... itwas all very tiring, but her demands could have been worse, I reasoned,as I claimed a small. As was appropriate I had a few tastings to make sure it was good, I probably had several more than were strictly necessary but it tasted so good I could barely help myself.Soon the time for the meat and the potatoes was up I turned off the gas and lifted the potatoes and the pan with the meat. I needed to get the strainer to drain the potatoes, but I found I had run out of hands, plus the small kitchen lacked the surfaces to put hot stuff down on. I could have put the pans back on the hob, but. Also highlighting how much she had grown, but how unripe she suddenly looked. So pale. Within a day she had a bright pink haze over her body. By the second night she looked as if a golden frosting had been brushed over her, and after three days she was truly a body of shimmering gold, half done. On the fifth day she was done, her skin the colour of pale brown honey. She looked truly ripe, luscious, and ready to be picked. Her fruit was full and round, and when I tapped it I expected it to.