Watching her I'm tempted to explore
As she moves back and forth, down on all fours.
I can see how the master had *** with the maid, as she rhythmically moves and her buttocks sway.
Imagine her skirt lifted up, revealing her briefs and stocking tops.
Pulling them down and stroking her **** oh how I want to slide into it.
Her pushing back as I slide deeper still, as we ***** each other just for the thrill.
But those days are gone and she's not the maid,  she's laying a floor, not getting laid.
But I wonder sometimes when she is alone has she imagined thoughts of her own.
Dressed in nylons with killer heels, being taken for pleasure by little old me?