“You mean like, Clint Eastwood. No way. How about Scott, that's a good name isn't it?”He snickers. “Well yeah, I like that name but it's kinda w...mpy compared to Clint.” She rubs her toes around his now semi erect cock, small tingles of pleasure rush over his groin. She giggles.“No I like Scott better and beside that, Clint Eastwood has a son named Scott. He looks just like his daddy did when he was young,” she feels his cock growing harder. “Oh so I see you like our future sons name now!” She. .. that was not appropriate."A grin spread over her face as she looked back at me over her shoulder ... She moved that wonderful bottom of hers one more time across the front of my pants, "Promises, promises ... that's all I ever get from you." She winked, released me and walked off.I was stunned. What was that all about? Her actions were the most forward act she'd ever done around me. I went back to my office and as I sat at my desk musing over what had just happened, I lost track of time. I. The maid was a pretty girl, if not painfully shy. She seemed to be about Cynara's age, and had brunette hair, which was in direct contrast to the pale blonde of Cynara's.Charles had introduced the maid as Jasmine when he had come back a couple of hours later with clothes for her to wear. He had left her alone in a fancy room, with the orders to rest until dinner. How he expected her to sleep in the middle of the day, she had no idea. So she basically puttered about the room, dreadfully bored,. My marriage was solid but there was only one tiny hiccup that kept recurring. Gregg started corresponding with Kathy and she cheerfully wrote him back. When I asked her if it was necessary she got indignant and said, ‘Oh Tom! Don’t be jealous, he’s an old friend who is lonely and in the marines and I am just writing to keep his spirits up.’ Well, I can’t plead ignorance as I knew he wrote her regularly and I also knew that she wrote him back regularly. Neither her family nor I could convince.