When she reappeared she was carrying two cups of tea, which she put down on the coffee table. She then sat in an armchair opposite me."Now then, what ...rings you all the way over town to see little me?" she asked."Please, Sandra, whatever you're doing, please, can you stop?" Whatever I'm doing?" she said as if genuinely surprised. "But I haven't done anything. I mean, apart from our delightful date the other evening and those beautiful roses you brought me, we've hardly spoken a word. Whatever. The blonde wasn't done just yet. But he couldn't help but wonder what the second maid was up to. He felt his zipper being undone. Latex hands slipped inside to let his cock jump out free. He didn't budge an inch. But suddenly, the bite of cock metal, almost made him jump, almost making the blonde mess up from his sudden jerk. Sir's hand was placed on his shoulder as before he could utter a single word. “Don’t worry,” he assured. Wes looked down as the second maid finished her work with a click.. ”“Oh, heck, Anya,” he interrupted, “What the heck is the problem? Heck, these kids see, hear and say enough dirty words to prepare them for the army. They swear more than I do when I’m drunk. Sure as heck more than you do, apparently.”She smacked him sharply on the butt.“We’re supposed to be setting examples for them!” Anya noted, side-stepping his baiting that she had a noticeable disinclination for swearing. “Besides, they don’t know what they’re saying.”Max grinned, rubbing his bottom,. Sandra found herself staring at a three-page size, high-definition nude photo of her lying on a bed, completely exposing herself. Nothing was left to the imagination. She let out a loud gasping startled sound and quickly closed the magazine. Sandra looked around and everyone in the library was looking at her, as she said, “Sorry,” and everyone went back to doing what they were doing.“I see you are wearing a wedding ring. Does your husband know about your modeling? Although, I would not exactly.