Once we had settled in, I asked her to pick a girl to dance for us in the champagne room. She ended up picking out a stunning blond with a sizable rac...k and a tight, tight body. Once we got into the back room I asked the stripper to dance for my wife. She was told the rules of the club (can't touch her pussy) and it was so hot to see this woman dancing between my wife’s legs. The dancer was getting very close to my wife and her movements were pushing up my wife's skirt which was now barely. “You bastard!” Sammy sighed as the sensations of two meaty cocks filling her raced through her brain. Her first orgasm came almost immediately.“Sammy you cum beautifully,” Mike assured her, “You really like this don’t you?”“No!” Sammy lied.Mike kissed her ear, “This is real raw sex, no nonsense about love, just you getting what you need, Ok?”“No, its horrible, oh god I’m cunming again,” Sammy protested.She saw herself in the mirror, sandwiched between the big black janitor and the slim white. Right? You do know that. I hope." Yes," I replied. "I know you love me. I don't doubt that.And I love you, too! You know it's been hard for me to accept that I can't get you pregnant; and I know that's really important to you. I get that. I do. But I sometimes feel...sad...that I'm a dud when it comes to giving you a baby." She embraced me."I know you feel frustrated, babe. And I understand why you feel that say! I wish it wasn't the way it is, but, it is!"She kissed me, and then she asked. The cord I placed under my maid uniform earlier was my headphones cord for my mp3 player, which was hooked to my belt next to my left hand, I started playing my music, and dusting off the furniture. I was enjoying myself, cleaning and walking around the home when I walked back by the front door. On the table next to the door was a hand written note.“Hello I am Amanda the maid,Your grandfather hired me to clean the house and had a payment plan for me to clean for the next year. It seems I came.