Correction, he was talking to her. The guy looked like he would be the least outgoing member of a roving gang of jocks – shaggy brown hair, determin...d brown eyes, a chiseled yet soft face, and this cocky, arrogant grin on his face.He was scribbling something down on a piece of paper, then handing it to her. “Normally I ask the girl for her number,” he said all too casually. “But I’m a modern kind of guy.”Molly gave a nervous chuckle, not the good kind. The kind that showed she was. But it seemed a "dirty" business to her and one that young maids should not get involved into. She compromised by allowing several of the young farm hands to slide their randy rods up and down her greased up backside shooting their sinful wads onto her skin. She did enjoy the way the boys grunted and sweated working diligently to arouse her. In her heated thoughts, she could easily see how the insertion of their manly tools into her entryways would excite her juices to flow with womanly. So I tell her to put the blindfold on and lay back on the bed . I begin to reach for the handcuffs as well when I see Brenda gleaming naughtily at me . We're going to try something a little bit different than handcuffs tonight . I command her to open her hands and raise them above her head . I slide Brenda in between her palms and tell her to squeeze tight but she better not fucking let go . I begin to slither my head down her body past her tits, past her belly, past her waist until I am eye. Across the street she turned left. I waited until an oncoming car passed, my face turned to the shadows, and then I followed.I hid behind trees to avoid two more vehicles. She finally reached her house and entered. I slipped along the sidewalk and dashed toward the back of the house. I had gone down her alley when I knew she was at work that day, clipboard in hand, and dressed like a meter reader. At the side of her house that was sheltered from prying eyes I peeped her windows. Through the.