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“Do you think you can send Alma over tomorrow for some extra cleaning? My wife is coming home after being gone a couple of weeks and frankly, the place is a bit of a mess. Yes, I realize, but I’d prefer Alma. I know she could use the extra money for her son.” I got the confirmation that she would be by tomorrow at 10 am and hung up.The place really was a mess. J. had been gone for training for two weeks, and I hadn’t done much around the house except drink bourbon and smoke a little pot. I could have taken the time and done it myself, but to be honest, it was well worth the money to watch our maid Alma clean rather than doing it myself.I drank until I passed out on the couch that night, so I was awakened by the doorbell at 10 the next morning. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I went to the door wearing just a pair of athletic shorts. “Is it 10 already?” I asked as I opened the door to Alma. It may have been only the fact that I was horny, but Alma was looking especially good today.Tall and lean but she still had nice full breasts. As she carried in her cleaning supplies and set them down I realized I was sporting a serious hardon which would have been obvious to Alma if she had looked as I only kaçak iddaa had on my shorts.”I’m just going to jump in the shower,” I said.”OK. I start in the kitchen.”I thought about jerking myself off while in the shower, but I really just wanted to get cleaned up and out of Alma’s way.So I was still hard beneath the towel wrapped around my waist when I practically ran Alma over as I exited the bathroom just as she came into the hall from the kitchen.”Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed. Flustered, it was all I could do to keep my towel around me. She definitely looked down this time but said nothing as she took her things to the living room and I escaped to the bedroom. Once there though, having escaped the immediate surprise, I thought to myself, isn’t this why I asked for Alma today? Wasn’t my intention to show some attention? So I just slipped back into a clean pair of athletic shorts, no underwear, and a sleeveless shirt I usually run in. I’d been working out religiously and wasn’t shy about wanting to show off my arms.I strode confidently this time, out to the dining room. I passed Alma, as she was slightly bent over to dust a side table. It was all I could do to resist the urge to grab her wide kaçak bahis hips and pull her into me. But I did resist and she hardly seemed to notice me as I passed by. I sat down at my laptop at the dining room table. Alma had to pass through a couple times and gave me a shy smile each time. Each time I watched her dark eyes, long dark hair and mocha skin and knew I could only pretend to get any work done.When she came by to sweep the dining room floor, I began to get up to get out of the way. My cock of course was still at full staff. “No, no. Please sit.” She pushed me back into the chair, and I felt the purposeful glance down to my crotch. Was it my imagination or did a hint of red come through her warm Mexican complexion?”Ay! It’s a bit hot in here, no?” Alma said as she finished up sweeping the dining room. She shed the short-sleeved button-down shirt she had on. Underneath was a white tank top and under that was evidently a black lacey bra. She made sure to make a display of. I made sure to let her know I was watching. It was her turn to pay me back for my bit of exhibitionism. She tossed the shirt aside and went to vacuum the living room carpet, which she would be sure I could see. She illegal bahis gave me a quick glance to see if I was looking. I was.The ball was in my court. I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of ice water. I set one on the dining room table and then brought the other to Alma. “I thought since you’re so hot, you may want this.” I held the drink out, but it was clear what the bulge in my shorts was offering.She stared openly at the bulge and then brought her eyes to mine. “Thank you!” she beamed. She took an drink and then held the water up to her brow, then tilted her head back and held the glass to her neck. My plan was backfiring. I slunk back to the dining room table.Then she brought out the big guns on me. I watched as she poured a bit of Murphy’s soap into a bucket and then fill it with warm water at the kitchen sink. Staring at me as she did. She turned off the water and said, “I think these floors… They are dirty, so I will scrub them.””Oh no, you don’t need to…” I began to protest, but she just acted like she didn’t hear me and got down on her hands and knees and began to scrub the hardwood in the kitchen. She turned away so I had a beautiful view of her ass in the yoga pants she wore. It was all I could do to not pull out my dick and start to stroke it. When she was done with the kitchen and brought her bucket into the dining room I said, “I feel like I should be paying you extra!”

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