You tip back yours and put both glasses on the table beside you.“Come a little closer to me.”I scoot toward you, my knees touching your chair betw...en your legs now. You caress my cheek with your hand and brush my hair back out of my face. Just looking at me and smiling.“Undo my pants and take out my cock,” you say in a calm deep voice.I quickly reach up and undo your belt, button and zipper. I reach in and grab your cock, hesitating a little.“I want you to suck my cock.”“Yes, Sir,” I say. . not you, Hineahuone, Piper? You and the kits stay. Everybody else ... out!"Dress and suit hung, the unnecessary personnel evacuated and Hineahuone and I picked the again fainted Bellhop up and carried her into the bedroom ... mine I think. Oh joy.I left and actually closed the door while Hineahuone 'loosened' the bellhop clothes. Stripped her, I believe is the operative word. Jeanine had soiled herself."David? I need some help," said my Maori Princess."Yes?" Someone is going to have to hold. Her entire body, wrapped in a small white blouse with a plunging neckline, teasing with the promise of her huge tits, and flimsy (for her body) shorts, almost begged to be unwrapped. Her exuberantly sexual eighteen-year-old charisma could not be contained by so little clothing.Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, though they were somewhat dim. This was due to two facts, Jenny was not all that bright, in fact she was something of a poster child for the stereotypical blonde bimbo. She passed her. They promised a reply withinthirty minutes, so while she sat there impatient at the delay, shethought she would have a look at the unknown site, but first she sawthat a short story was in the process of being sent from this computer.The details of the story were there, the title; 'The Reluctant Maid' andthe author was 'Sammy the Sissy', who was marked as being a previousauthor of other stories.She quickly browsed 'my documents' and sure enough there was theReluctant Maid story already written.