I was standing, wearing my braredalong with my gray mini skirt and the thong I had underneath. Even in my heels he towered over me as he stripped to t...e waist. If I couldve broken away from his stare I would have been drinking in the toned muscles of his chest, his flat, sculpted abs. His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees, and still I couldnt break my gaze. It wasnt until he dropped his pants and boxers that. But since Sir Rob didn’t have a slave I asked my Father if I could service Him. I was hoping that if I did a really good job He would like me enough to own me. Out of all the Men my Father have brought home He is the closest to my age and the best looking. Father said I could if Sir Rob wanted me to. To my joy He said yes. So I crawled over to him and knelt between his legs and undid he pants. Oh, His cock was very nice I would say around 8 inches and a couple around...i did my best to please. I quickly threw on my sweats and a t-shirt, closed my laptop, and answered.It was a hotel maid with her cart. She appeared forty-ish and fit, though it was tough to tell too much about her body from the shapeless tan shirt and pants of her hotel uniform. She looked down at my nylon-covered feet, sticking out the bottom of my pants. "Did I interrupt something, sir?" she asked with a wink. I started to stammer out some sort of answer, but she stopped me with a slightly raised hand. "It's all. What else could I do? Iwas trapped. Besides, I was a little drunk. So, I agreed to put them on.I probably never should have. Anyway, it's probably your fault for firstputting the idea in my head!By the time I stripped down and stepped into the panties, I was getting ahard-on too. I don't know why, I would have never suspected that I wouldhave, but I did. I mean why would a guy as masculine as me get a hard-onwearing those silky French cuts? And it was obvious to Pete also. Hemocked me and I.