"I think I'd enjoy being a maid here as well." I'm sure you would, but its not all pretty uniforms and mincing around,we actually do real work." His h...nd was now on mine and slowly easing ithigher up his leg."That's not a problem for me, I am always happiest working around thehouse, I don't have to think about anything, simply do what isrequired." Exactly!" he moved my hand under his dress and petticoat. "I'd muchrather be here cleaning rooms and serving guests than running thevineyard. I look. The pulsations were visible as the blood pumped through the veiny dick. One could almost see it pump through with each pulse.I lunged at it and engulfed what I could with one hungry gulp. 'Mmm, tasty.' I love the smell of a fresh clean cock. I wanted more.I pushed the cock through the hole and its owner peered into my booth."Come over here stud." I whispered. "I want to ride your cock."The door opened and with cock out, my cocksman walked into my booth, and turned me towards the wall. With one. "It's as if the yanks have got it in for us," I said."Don't be silly, dear," Marianne said. "I don't think anyone pays attention to what's written in the New York Post." At this stage we didn't know about Samuel Hedrick's rant on talk radio. "Anyway, you have to expect a bit of the rough with the smooth. If nothing else that's what Chrissie learnt when she used to go backpacking." Backpacking?" Yes," Marianne said. "It was after she'd graduated and before she surprised us all by marrying her. After I handed it to him he tapped the brakes lightly for a corner and I stumbled into the shift stick. As luck would have it, the shift ball was at perfect crotch level and did I ever get a shock form its vibrations! I’d never felt anything like that before. Doug’s eyes were glued to the road and he was ignoring me completely, so I snuck a little ride on the stick shift. For the twenty-five twisting and turning miles between Rimouski and St. Anne du Mont, I rode the shift ball as Doug.