But I don’t mind reading while I’m getting warm.”“It’s rather a coincidence, you know,” I said.“How so?” he asked.“As it happens, I ...rote that book.”“I know,” he said, flashing me a winning smile. “Your photo is on the jacket. I read that far while I was standing at the shelf. I took the book from the shelf because of the title, but I kept it for reading because of your photo on the jacket, Mr. Winthrop.”So, now he knew my name. He’d gotten that off the book too. Somehow that brought him closer. “As the maid, you are expected to look after my every need”, Marie commented. She then did something somewhat unexpected. She stood up, lifted Paul’s skirt, pulled down his panties slightly and started to rub her cock against Paul’s very wet, dripping penis. Marie then pulled up Paul’s panties, put his skirt back in place and laid sat back down on the couch. She spread her legs slightly and demanded, “Suck me! My cock needs to be sucked and it is your job as the maid to look. Now she was on display for me and one hand became two and her calf became up and down both legs. I worked those hands slowly form the bottom of her calves to the top of her inner thigh, just below her panties, and back down again. After doing this several times I let my hands linger just below her panties. My fingers traced figure eights on her soft warm skin and I felt her shudder as she opened herself the last little bit. My busy fingers found their way under the leg band of her panties and. ‘Everything come out all right? Shake it more than twice and you’re playing with it!’ She’s so cute. For a woman in her 40’s she sometimes acts like a girl in her late teens… she’s just adorable! ‘What the hell are you doing?!?’ I shrieked with a loud whisper. Seeing her bending over to get a small box of Chips Ahoy off the bottom shelf snapped me out of my momentary trance, and snapped something else to attention. She must’ve taken her panties off at the last rest area. She smiled shamelessly.