She stopped me andoffered a glass of water to drink. She complimented on my look and askedwhether I can spend some hours with her. I was really shocke...d for her words andwas speechless for some minutes. She again asked the same thing for which myanswer was no becauseI was on work and we were not supposed tospend more than half an hour in the guest’s room. She tried to convince me andfinally I agreed and now my mind was thinking on how to ask for permission frommy manager. There wasanother. When we got back to the main house, a group of maids pulled me off to the side.“We will speak to mistress Risa, but we feel you have done so much for everyone around here this last day and a half that you should depart lest you somehow tarnish your image in everyone’s minds,” one maid said. “We won’t ask how you knew such things, but Arnold had to explain the modifications his lover wants to her head-to-toe, footie, hooded pajamas. After many false-starts, some embarrassed stutters, and. "I dropped to my knees and struggled with Mr. Cord's clothing. It was difficult because of the way his big belly hung over his belt. I pulled his pants and his shorts down and took his already hard cock into my mouth. I sucked his nasty cock for less than a minute before he pushed me away and said, "Not so fast, bitch. I want to cum in your cunt. Get up on the desk and lay on your back. I want to watch your little titties jiggle while I fuck you."I stood up and stepped over to my desk. I moved. He thought."Oh fuck," he whispered under his breath. He quickly opened up the bottle and saw that there were six pills remaining where there should've been ten."Ohhhh fuck," he said again. That's why he was starting to feel so good, he realized.He opened up his medicine cabinet and saw his prescription headache pills bottle firmly lodged on the middle shelf...not the bottom shelf as he had thought.There had only been one bottle on his bottom shelf, and that bottle was where he kept his secret.