It was turning me on.“Who is my maid?” I asked while still fucking his ass.“Me.” he said quietly.“What did you say? LOUDER!”“ME.” He a...most yelled.This was getting me really wet. I used my right hand to squeeze into the harness and find my wet pussy while I kept the slow out – fast in rhythm going. I started rubbing myself down there and it just felt heavenly.“Tell me you are my maid.” I continued.“I am your maid.” He said while breathing heavily.“Ask me to wear this uniform all night so. He stank of death and decay. A long,menacing chain saw swung from his arms in a wide figure-eight arc.It was the kind of specter that would have terrified any normal humanbeing, let alone a normal young woman. Giselle Du Mont had never beeneither. She calculated the speed of his advance, plus that of the saw'srecurring circular motion. She waited until he was just before her, thespinning chain at the apogee of its arc, directly above her head. Then,she struck.The front snap kick caught him. A plain white blouse, red skirt, and black heels; her reading glasses were on her desk. Just as soon as I processed all that, she turned away, ass facing me, bent over the desk, and lifted her skirt up. She seemed to have caught my shocked face.“What, want a written invitation? You know I could write a ten page one if I wanted to.” Ms. Ochell giggled. I blinked, grinned, and practically ran up to her. “Oh wow…Ms. Ochell …” I grinned, getting an eyeful of her ass. She rolled her eyes.“Call me. Looking pleadingly into your eyes, I ask if we can leave now. You smile and tell me after I finish my wine. I'm wanting to please you so much and you are very much aware of this, but you still want to prolong our pleasure.We leave the restaurant; the waiter is grinning at us from ear to ear and my cheeks start to blush.As we settle inside the car I lean towards you and kiss you as I rub your cock through the cloth of your slacks. Unzipping you again, my head leans down so my mouth engulfs you.