I see your cleavage, and I feel my cock begin to stir. I reach over and place my hand on your leg, slowly rubbing my thumb on the seam of your shorts,...hooking my thumb under them to slowly raise your shorts just so I can look at your thigh.As a slowly rub my hand on your upper thigh you can feel that I'm working my way up moving the leg of your shorts up. You look at me with the look that says “that's annoying”and you nod to the k** in the back. The look in my eyes betrays my desire to have. She sensed the sexual tension in the air as she made her way onto the actual working site. It was as if all eyes were on her body. She was so outnumbered, she contemplated on the fact there must be two hundred cocks to her one pussy. “I’ve been so naive” she thought as she struggled to navigate the muddy ground in her heals. Stepping over puddles, she desperately tried to not let the short skirt reveal the tops of her stockings. Holding her oversized hard hat with one hand and trying to not. If this was going to work she neededit to work as soon as possible.She went into the closet and pulled out a crisp clean French maid'suniform and slipped it on. She waited until she heard him drive up andgot ready to put the plan in motion.When he open the door she rushed over to him with his favorite drinkrum, coke with a twist of lemon as he expected, and the drugged ice hedidn't .With that done she scurried off back into the kitchen to attend to hisdinner, while he sat down in front of the. Tall, tanned, raven haired and leggy,she strolled over to me with a smile that would meltbutter and her fragile right hand extended. I madeunflattering noises as I rose to acknowledge hergreeting and found my face reddening in embarrassment. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“Mr. Williams, thank you for coming;” she cooed with asoft alto voice that immediately put me at ease. “Youcan call me Eve if you’d like; mind if I call you.