Between the alcohol and the thrill of getting blown, they had both created a whole new woman."I'm sorry, I think we made a mistake." Jim said as he tr...ed to excuse themselves. "We were looking for someone who used to be a maid here." Well I used to be one, I've only had this job for the last year." Becky said as she took a real long look at the two men. "Wait a second, I remember you two, about a year ago ... right. Just before I got my promotion." Er, yeh." Bill answered."You'll have to. The screen burst into life and there, in glorious technicolour, was Mrs Morgan, slurping away on an absolute monster of a cock. “Oh my god” she squealed, her hands shooting to her mouth as she spun around to face me and my instantly hard cock straining up against my tight shorts.“Oh. My. God!” she squealed again, “You horny little man! Don’t tell me you like looking at that filth.” All I could do was nod like a little idiot. “Well then” she said, “why don’t we enjoy the show together.” With. ‘Course I will, sweetie.’ Kay’s in the hallway, hands behind her back, brushing the wall with her shoulders. ‘It’s only nine o’clock,’ Kay says, pushing the glass of wine to your mouth, pinching the back of your head. ‘What are we gonna do now?’ You press one hand against the wall on either side of her. The short woman in the trackpants and Kmart shirt with her name embroidered on the breast closes her eyes, tips her head down. She’s waiting for approval. She has no idea how much approval her. By 30, I was praying she would stop early. But, she didn't. She prolonged my anxiety. At 30, she slowed the pace of her 'blows' waiting for a random amount of time between each one. She also made each stroke much harder. At 38, she warned, "Now, these last two are going to be quite hard. Don't move...or I shall have more fun with you later on." As promised, the last two were quite hard. However, they probably felt worse than they actually were after all the others I received. She let me recover.