Holding one in each hand, he let her examine them. One was a sexy prison convict outfit, while the other was a French maid?s uniform. Both were in her...size, which wasn?t surprising.?Now, these represent your two options. This one...? the convict costume, ?is a long stretch in the gray bar hotel. The other... well, when I retire to my island, I?m going to need a maid.?The Sentinel looked at the costumes without emotion.?How long do I have to make my choice???Oh, as long as it takes us to. She looked at me and smiled, then parted her legs a bit and laid her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. As I drove, I continued to stroke her thigh a little higher. She pulled her dress up a bit and I moved up with it. I could feel the satiny edge of her panties and ran my fingers along it. Her breathing became deeper as I got closer to her center. "Master..."she breathed. "Yes, pet?" "Master... please..." she said softly as she parted her legs further. "So did you enjoy your day today,. I pushed my hips against the cold wall, to feel my clit rub on the coldness. I grew wet and it grew larger and was pulsing against the cold wall. I slowly turned around, letting the water slowly run down my tight hard nipples and cold pussy. It sent waves of goosebumps all over my body again. I eventually ended up getting out of the shower, never fulfilling my crave for an orgasm. I was tired and now cold, from being up on the top floor. My nipples got hard and I was shivering as I walked out. I have to go! I'm not playing any more!"I giggled again, and this time I did moan in pleasure. Grant was really turning me on. I reached over and turned the tap on to a trickle, which immediately caused Grant to groan. I could tell by the way his jaw was set that he was grinding his teeth. He really had to go! "Come on!" Grant moaned. "I really have to go! I'm going to piss myself!!" I laughed evilly and tugged his pants down slowly, delighted at the fact he wasn't wearing any underwear,.