Your eyes follow every movement of my hand and fingers. “You like?” I ask my voice a breathy whisper. You can’t reply which surprises me and ins...tead you nod. I smile at you and make a "come hither" motion with my fingers. Confidently, you walk over to me and tightly wrap your arms around me, pressing me into you as your grab my butt cheeks and squeeze them. I moan and you smile at me. “You look so fucking sexy baby,” you breathe as your lips lightly brush over mine. “If you keep this up, how. We didn’t talk, as we were strangers, but when we stepped in the elevator, I noticed he lived a floor above mine ,i.e. the 7th floor. I stepped out of the elevator and for once nothing was on my mind besides him. Then I went home. 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. "Answer me son, is that what you want?". "Ye....yes, I do want to fuck your wife". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mark was going to erupt, this poor boy..I should never have allowed it to happen. I sat up, pulling my dress down to hide my soaking wet, used pussy. "Strip off Sam" Mark requested. "What....don't be daft Mark, it just got out of hand". "Sam, unless you want me to show your head the video I made while watching you being tongue fucked by a pupil, you will strip". Shit...he. Her hand had found my zipper and she struggled with it as mine ran underneath the sheerness of her negligee onto her smooth warm skin and found an erect nipple. I began playing the soft tip between my fingers and heard her breath quicken. “Come with me,” she said and stood up. Taking my hand she led me to her bedroom and turned to kiss me again. Her fingers found my belt, the button of my jeans, my zipper while our tongues searched and explored each others mouths. We stopped so my shirt could.