She told me then that no matter how often wehung out, at least once a week I would be working for her. It's beenlike that for months now.WOULD YOU WOR... AS A MAID FOR OTHER WOMEN?I think so. We'd have to chat. Maybe email. Get to know each other alittle. Meet even.It's another hard question. Yes. I'd love to. But there would have to betrust first.THE FIRST STEP WOULD BE TO MAKE CONTACTS. I'VE SET UP A DEDICATED EMAILADDRESS FOR YOUR SERVICES. YOU MUST RESPOND TO ANY ENQUIRIES YOURECEIVE.Flo, I'm. It was just so good, and tasted just like what your grandmother used to make for me.”Pushing the dish of orange flan across the desk for her, he said, “Then I’ll bet you’ll enjoy this, too.” When she went to spoon a little onto her plate, and give him back the rest, he said, “Hey, I can always make more, so you go ahead and enjoy that.”She grinned at him. “Oh, come on, why don’t we share it?”Shrugging, he went around the desk, picked her up and sat her in his lap. “Only if I can feed you,”. I stopped laughing…. you were kneeling over me…. staring at me…. wanting me… and tired as I was…. I wanted you too. I reached up and slid my hands gently through the back of your hair…. pulling you slowly towards me. I began a slow tracing of your lips with my tongue… feeling your soft hair in my hands… tasting your mouth…. swallowing your soft moans as my tongue probed it’s way inside your mouth again. My hands left your hair and, still kissing, they moved down your back… pulling at your. Jenny Walsh entered the witness box straight after lunch, and made an instant impression. She was dressed demurely in a just-above-the knee-length grey pleated skirt, white knee length socks, black, patent leather shoes, with straps across the foot and around her ankle, a white blouse and a Navy blue blazer, the perfect picture of a virginal school girl. Her erect nipples, clearly shown straining against the blouse, and her sexy pout, belied that image.Every man in court probably produced a.