The maid was better in some ways, more my style, but Madam Bonnet was very good if somewhat intimidating.I had been flirting with the maid for some ti...e as we moved north and then west. She was called Nan and was small and well rounded with blonde ringlets that almost reached her waist. Her mistress, the svelte Nicole, piled her light brown hair high on her head in the mornings and squeezed herself into stylish dresses even out in the wilds of New York. She was a pretty thing, slim and. Shaalu called me in and asked me to take measures. I took my book andtape. She dropped her pallu and turned back. I could notice that she was wearing almost a backless,sleeveless blouse, like a halter neck. There was not bra. I measured her shoulder, sleeve, arm and wanted to put tape around her. Then she turned towards me. Her blouse was so deep that there was nothing to hide. I silently, put the tape around her and measured, her breastline,waise, the measure from shoulder up to the nipple. By. The air conditioning in the car was broken and the heat was unbearable. My oxford shirt was soaked through with sweat, making it stick to my skin. As I pulled up the driveway, a flood of warm thoughts filled my mind. The house was enormous. She had certainly done well for herself. A large mesa contemporary with extensive landscaping and decorative lighting. I was amazed that it could be so hot at night.I knocked on the door, the heat and anticipation forming a bead of sweat on my brow. The. Hmmm...hmmm.." I didn't realize that I close my eyes with my mouth open."You like that, huh?" He trust faster, harder deep inside me. I didn't respond. He then stopped, and grind inside me. "I didn't hear you." Hmm.." He totally stop. "Hmm, what? Tell me." He commanded. "I...I like it."I said in hesitation. "You like what? Tell me!" I..I..-"he trust hard. "Ahh!"I moaned loudly. "I like when you fuck me! Ilike it when you grind your hips with your dick inside me. Urg-" he trust again deeply and.