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away beneath the desk. As I bent over, everywhere. And how I envied Claire and her thighs before placing her mouth
the back of my uniform rode up, giving Tammy for enjoying the things that were on Miranda’s slit. Eating Miranda has
all three women a flash of my stocking rightfully mine: my vintage wine, my finest always been my favorite act of devotion,
tops and the panties which were wedged cigars and, next, my beloved mistress! so I was taken aback at the first sight
between my buns. They grinned at me As the red wine loosened the women’s of someone else drinking deep from my
as I walked back toward them. I, then, inhibitions, the atmosphere in the room mistress’s well.
handed each lady a fat cigar and struck a became increasingly sexual. Claire and Aroused by the lips upon her clit and
match to light them. Tammy hadn’t just come to take part in cunt, Miranda moaned with contentment.
“Thank you, maid,” Miranda said, once my scene; they’d also come to satisfy I looked into her face and saw her cheeks
all three cigars were smoking. She took a their lesbian desires. Down on my knees flushing red—a dreamy, faraway look in
draw that made the tip glow orange, then and cleaning up cigar ash, I watched her eyes. She was still kissing Claire, but
blew a plume of smoke in my direction. If the three dommes launch into an all-girl that stopped seconds later, when she
only my coworkers knew what I had to do embrace. Their mouths came together as leaned toward a peephole and took a
to wind down from a tough day’s work. one, with three pink tongues very much to swollen nipple between her lips. Claire
I’m not the cool, composed executive the fore. Hands were everywhere, most immediately spread her legs, revealing
they think I am—just a sissy maid, who noticeably Miranda’s, which had found that she had no panties on. Miranda slid a
loves to serve her mistress. their way to the peepholes in Claire and hand along Claire’s thigh, then slipped a
“Go get a dustpan and brush,” said Tammy’s dresses. She tugged upon finger into her pussy.
Miranda, allotting me my latest duty. her friends’ exposed nipples, teasing Unnecessary now, I simply stared at
She held out her cigar, then tapped a them with her nails. Kittenish squeals of my Mistress, my part in the proceedings
pointed fingernail beside the smoldering pleasure started filling the air, as did the apparently through. Tammy was
tip, causing specks of ash to fall to the scent of hot, wet cunts. pleasuring Miranda, who in turn was
floor. I scurried into the kitchen, fetching I wasn’t alone in noticing the feminine pleasuring Claire. I noticed, too, that
the tools of the French maid’s trade, then fragrance. Tammy had picked up on it, Tammy was pleasuring herself, which left
rushed back to my mistress and knelt too. She broke free from the three-way me with absolutely nothing to do. With
before her. Working diligently, I brushed kiss and dropped to her knees in front their hot lesbian licks and kisses, and with
up the ash that the smoking babes flicked of Miranda, waiting for my wife to part their fingers used to poke and penetrate,

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