Five years earlier, however, his happy marriage had suddenly evaporated when his beautiful Personal Assistant wife Brenda divorced him to marry her ol...er but rather more financially successful entrepreneur boss. She told Cameron that she believed he would never amount to anything other than a hospital doctor, so she was, in her words, “trading-up”.Brenda’s employer-cum-lover could afford the best lawyers that his money could buy and Cameron was screwed out of everything in the divorce,. Brown would pay Ms. Parker for my time. It was a great deal for everyoneinvolved--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 another girl,LaTanya. She is sort of my supervisor. She is about 25. So far i had stopped at least thrice from ejaculating. I could not hold any further and started spraying loads and loads of my juice into her mouth. She started greedily gulping the juice in her throat. She was moving her fingers on the shaft, pressing as if to squeeze the last drop of juice from it. She looked calm and contended after swallowing the last drop of my juice. She looked at me. Still holding my lund in her hand, she got up and said, “, anand, thank you. I shall always be indebted. ”“Baby, it’s alright. I’m here for you. Tonight you needed somebody to cry on and help you feel better, and I’m glad I was here for you.” I lightly caressed her cheek, then ran my fingers down under her chin and lifted it up so I could look into her eyes.“You should know by now, it is not about sex. Even if you decided you didn’t want to do anything with me until you turned 18, I would still be here for you. Even if we broke up, I would like to think I would still be there for you if you needed.