....... He told me that He had founda REAL Maid's Service and had hired them to do the cleaning. Since theydid a better job then I did, and the maid ...was much cuter being a 'real'woman, I would no longer be required to clean the house. He explainedthat the service charged $100.00 per week and that they would cleantwice weekly for that amount so my services would be redundant. I wouldstill have to do His laundry and dry-cleaning, and still have to come byonce a week to drop it off and pick up. After a couple attempts he finally got it situated. He walked tru the lobby and it hit him, She never told him what room! At that moment his phone vibrated. He read the text waiting for him, "Room 103" was all it said. Sometimes it felt like they were so connected they could sense each others needs and emotions. He found room 103 and knocked on the door. "Enter" she called. He took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was dim, shades drawn and lights off so that the only light. I reached down and placed my hand on the back of her head with the intention of pushing her mouth onto my cock but she had clearly read my mind. She positioned her tongue underneath my shaft and deftly swallowed it whole, I felt the tip of my cock slide down her open throat and my balls were against her chin, her saliva acting as lubricant. She held me there a moment, allowing me to enjoy the ecstasy of her deep throat swallow and then she began to move back and forth. This was no ordinary. “And since you’re already quite familiar visually with the soft goods, once removed from their usual packaging, I won’t waste too much time then undoing the bows and wrapping paper for you this time.”She took her time with the chemise anyway and then shrugging it off of her shoulders, with calculated slowness, until it slipped down over her hips to the floor. She was panty-less, which suited me just fine, wearing nothing but a smile as she climbed into my bed with slight, but genuine.