Just as I was thinking about the obviously missing servants, one appeared. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a maid. But she was also much mu...h more.I'm sure many of you have seen or dreamed about the "French Maid", complete with skin tight mini skirt with white laced apron and cap atop a magnificent face. Well there she was, complete with blond hair most women would kill to have. And her body? Needless to say, I was envious.And her reaction to my partial nudity?She smiled and. ”“Would you at least send me my money?”“What money?”“The money I earned with my investments. Derek can have half of it, of course. I always planned to share it with him equally, but my half would give me enough funds to live on.”Michael gave me a questioning look.“She never said anything to me about our operating accounts being ours.”“Cindy, you have no money. The initial seed money for your accounts came from me. Your investing work was done as part of your job. All of that money belongs to. That made a difference in the plan I had been working on and the information gave me the boost I needed to get something going. I was going to attack through the back door if I could manage it. I'd sink them and they wouldn't even know it was me that did it.The hard part was going to be sitting down with Pat and not have Andy and Jean know about it. The only way I could do that was catch Pat alone. Fortunately I had a way I could do that. Pat was a mid-level manager in a company we did business. By now we are both rock hard. Precum is glistening from his mushroom head. I dab my finger and put it on my tongue. I move slowly off the couch and I spread his legs open. I bring my mouth to the head of his perfect cock and run my tongue over and in the slit extracting more of his wetness. I lick and suck the head of his cock in a teasing way as me moans quietly and closes his eyes. I have his full acceptance and I am now free to take my new friend to a place of ecstacy. I stroke him while I.