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Trembling with antic ipation, Melissa put the key in the door lock and turned it to the right until it
clicked. It was eight oâ€Ÿclock in the evening and she knew the owners wouldnâ€Ÿt be home. The same people
who employed her as their housekeeper, or maid as Mrs. Jordan liked to call her. Tonight she didnâ€Ÿt come
to clean or do laundry, she came to be closer to the one man that excited her whenever he looked at her or
David Jordan and his wife Tara owned a string of hotels that had been in the family for four
generations; Tara was the CEO and David the president. This weekend they were off on another business
trip to one of the hotels to fix a problem with management and most like ly fire the hotel manager. Melissa
didnâ€Ÿt care, she longed for the weekends when they were away so she could sneak into the house and feel
David like she couldnâ€Ÿt do when he was home. She longed for him and took every opportunity to be
close, even when he was away.
Tara never caught on to what Melissa was doing as Melissa was almost mute at work. She only
spoke when spoken to and kept to herself spying on David when she could. Sheâ€Ÿd often spend time in the
basement doing laundry and rubbing herself between her legs with his clothes.
Tonight she got to do what she liked the best, she had free access to the house and all of Davidâ€Ÿs
belongings and there was no one there to stop her. She had as much time as she wanted and could do as
she pleased. She entered the main room and c losed the door behind her. It was important that she kept the
house dark so the neighbors wouldnâ€Ÿt call the police so she closed all the curtains and only turned on a
few select lamps that wouldnâ€Ÿt bring attention to her.
The first thing she did, as she always did on these occasions was enter Davidâ€Ÿs office and close
the door. This room had one window that faced the back yard so she had no problem turning on the ma in
light. With a flick of a switch, she could now see his desk, his leather chair and his book case that filled
the back of the room. On his desk was a picture of David and Tara taken at one of the ir hotels and in the
corner was his golf bag and clubs.
Melissa could feel her heart racing with antic ipation of what she was planning to do next. She
played a soundtrack in her mind of her favorite Adele song and began to strip pretending David was
sitting at his desk watching her. She moved her hips to the sounds in her head and unbuttoned her top
pulling it off and tossing it on his desk. She then sauntered around the desk and stood behind Davidâ€Ÿs tall
office chair and pressed her breasts against the back like she was pressing them against him.
She slipped off her bra straps at the shoulder and pulled the cups down exposing her large D size
breasts and pink nipples. Then she took her bra by the sides and spun it around until the clasps were in
front and separated it allowing it to come loose from her body. With the bra in hand, she took it and
rubbed the cups on the part of the chair Davidâ€Ÿs back rested upon in slow circles allowing her breasts to
rest upon the top of the chair. This made her insane ly horny feeling herself becoming wet between her