She was a hindu woman. My boss asked me, whether I had a problem with that! I obviously did not have any prejudice. Infact, one of my childhood best f...riend is hindu. Our family is still very close. The maid I had, was not gorgeous but clean, healthy, well built. Medium complexion and appearance with nice boobs and buttocks. She was an expert in her job. A very nice cook. She used to come few hours in the morning and another few hours in the evening. She used to leave her daughter with her. Curious, Patrick tip-toed through to the apartment and realised that thenoise came from his left rather than his right. Why was Matt having sex inhis bedroom?Just as he reached the open door, moans in German reconfirmed the vision hehad before his eyes, of Matt pounding Sebastian's ass away.Patrick stepped back and held his breath for a moment, wondering what heshould do. He didn't want to cheat on his girlfriend, yet the scene was acruel reminder that it had been so long since he had last. They left the restaurant arm in arm, feeling like lovebirds again. They hopped in their car and drove off to Esther's Follies where, lo and behold, there was an open parking space right in front of the side entrance. That never happened.They laughed harder than they ever had before, for a continuous two hours, and left hand-in-hand like a couple of love-struck teenagers. They were both horny and couldn’t wait to see what Liz had dreamed up for Declan.As promised, Liz had left a detailed note. “Yes, I masturbate, hell, what person doesn’t?” I continue to manipulate my breasts, one at a time to a natural rhythm that is becoming more and more urgent. My pussy is now begging for release and I begin to inch further still, my engorged clit awaiting expert fingers. I reach my nub and begin to rub, press, rub, press, and rub again until my clit thickens with energy. My body begins to heat up even more, and the juices at the apex of my being begin to drip and intermingle with the water on.