Ms. Parker suggested that I work at the Motel on weekends as a maid. Ms.Brown would pay Ms. Parker for my time. It was a great deal for everyoneinvo...ved--except me.Being a motel maid is no fun. They make me wear a little dress with flatshoes so I fit in with the other maids. It feels funny to wear a dress.It makes me feel so vulnerable to the men that are janitors andmaintenance workers at the motel. The rooms are hard to clean and Ms.Brown inspects every detail. I share my maid cart with. He had no artistic prowess, though was strong enough to keep the rest going. He had a dark long sleeved shirt and sweat pants with shorts underneath.Sami was a small bundle of judgmental energy. Her life revolved around telling people off and almost getting things done. Next to Jo, however, her ideas sometimes came to fruition. She was good at tagging, scaring people off, or even kicking people in the shins, though was not a climber. She wore a small jacket and crop top, with shorts below. These beads were not graduated in size, they were all about an inch in diameter and there were 5 on the string, with a pull ring at the end. She was again instructed not to allow them to come out unless they were pulled out. While she greedily sucked M's cock, with anal beads securely in her ass, the guys began taking turns with her pussy again, alternately fucking her until she felt like she would choke she was so full. As she began to orgasm, the guy fucking her at the time pulled the ring. Sounds like the massage room” Already feeling a little tingly, I slid my right hand inside my flannel pajama waistband. “The massage room was a few doors down the hall from the shower room. As Vivian approached the open door, the voices became familiar. She heard from the other women that they have a handsome masseur who really knows how to rub women the right way and you should make an appointment. As she neared the door, the words turned into sounds of sexual pleasure. Her bare feet padded.