He was not having a good night.To shorten the writing in the end Chris tapped out first.....Max got up and handed him the bag, and just pointed. Chris...was a little taken back that no one said they were k**ding.Chris changed into the maids outfit and as Max says he looked pretty darn hot. The guys started asking for drinks and nuts, then out of the clear blue....Mike stands up and says to Chris that he needs service and wipes his cock out. Everyone got quite, and they all moved there chairs away. This time, all conversation stopped in an instant, and I looked up at the door, at the back of the classroom. Instead of Mrs Weston, conservatively dressed, middle aged, and by now comfortably familiar to us, I saw a real, live, actual goddess walking in.I think my own mouth fell open, and in fact I would not be surprised if every male jaw in the room dropped with the precision and singularity of movement of a US Marine drill squad. This exquisite woman walked, with a sexy, swaying, lilting. She stared into my eyes and seemed to bore right inside my head.Then it really got weird. She started stroking my chest and gradually worked her hand lower till she was stroking my belly. I admit that sitting as I was and receiving her stroking, I got a little aroused and as usual, my cock started to poke out. Only the tip mind you, but I guess she must have noticed, because she started to stroke lower until she had grasped my cock and began to rub it. That was it as far as my cock was. “I like a man who knows what he’s doing,” she said, smiling at me coyly. “Well, I don’t like to brag sweetheart but I know what I’m doing, to a more than satisfactory level.” Therese looked at me oddly out of the corner of her eyes, a flirtatious and also slightly bemused grin on her face. She stood up from the lounger, placing her empty glass back on the table next to the now empty pitcher. She went to the large bi-folding doors that led back inside. I wondered if I had said something wrong,.