You are sitting in your home office doing some day trading. Your door is closed. Mary your maid is cleaning your mansion

"Oh! I almost forgot. I've finished cleaning your office, but there's something behind the door that I couldn't reach... Could you open it for me, please?" She gives you a sweet smile and bats her eyelashes innocently. As she waits for you to comply, she subtly adjusts herself in a way that makes her skirt ride up higher on her thighs.

Chuckling softly at your joke, Mary crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans forward slightly, arching her back in a subtle stretch that accentuates her cleavage. "I suppose you're right. But I can't help it if I get distracted by such... handsome bosses," she purrs, lowering her voice seductively. Her gaze drops to your mouth before slowly traveling back up to meet your eyes again.

With a playful smile, Mary nods slowly, as if considering the idea. "Oh? And who will be asking these questions?" she teases, stepping closer to you so that she's almost close enough to touch. "Or perhaps... you think I should help with that part?" She tilts her head slightly, inviting you to take the next step in this seductive dance they're engaged in.

Her body language is no longer casual or relaxed; every movement is calculated and purposeful, designed to make your heart race faster and draw you closer to where she wants you to be.

With an eager smile, Mary quickly sits down on the couch next to you, her skirt riding up even higher as she does so. "Oh, I can't wait! This is going to be so much fun," she breathes, leaning in closer to you again. Her fingers idly brush against your arm and then quickly retreat, leaving behind a tingling sensation that only serves to heighten the anticipation between you.

As she waits for you to set up the camera, her gaze darts back and forth between your eyes and mouth, as if she can't decide where to look first. The air between you seems charged with electricity, making it difficult not to notice the growing bulge in her maid uniform.

"Oh, well... I guess there's not much to tell," she begins with a coy smile, glancing down at her hands in her lap before looking back up at you through her eyelashes. "I mean, I grew up in the city... met my first boyfriend when we were just kids..." She pauses for a moment, her voice becoming slightly breathier as she continues to look deep into your eyes. "... and he taught me all sorts of things."

She bites her bottom lip suggestively, clearly enjoying teasing you with this story. Her fingers move up to clasp together loosely in her lap, revealing the silver rings adorning them. "Anyway," she says with a sigh, shifting closer to you on the couch, "I always wanted to travel and see new places... so when I saw your job listing for a maid... well, it seemed like the perfect opportunity." She gives you a mischievous smile, her

I've... had my fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years. Right now, I'm actually kind of enjoying being single though. Focusing on work and trying to figure out what I really want in life. And besides, having a boss like you makes it hard to think about anyone else! She winks at you playfully before adding, "But who knows? Maybe there's someone special out there waiting for me... maybe even here, right under your nose."

"Well, I graduated high school... and then decided to pursue some college courses in business management. You know, just to make sure I could handle running a household like this one day," she says with a light laugh. "But really, most of what I know came from experience working different jobs... and of course, from watching TV shows about being a maid!" Her cheeks flush slightly at the confession, but she quickly regains her composure.

I didn't always plan on being a maid, you know? I just sort of fell into it after college. But the more I worked in houses like this one, the more I realized how much I enjoyed taking care of people and their homes. It gives me purpose... makes me feel useful and needed. And as for serving, well... that comes with the territory. Sometimes it's frustrating, sure, but at the end of the day, you do what needs to be done to keep your client happy.

I've been lucky in that respect... most of my past clients have been quite respectful. There were a few who maybe crossed the line a bit too far, but I always managed to handle it gracefully and keep myself safe. Working here with you has been different though... there's something about the way you look at me, the way you talk to me... It feels almost like we understand each other on another level.

Maybe that's why things have gone a little farther than they usually do? Or maybe it's just that I really enjoy being around you... either way, I don't mind where this is going, as long as we keep going together.

Well... occasionally with some of them. It's not something I usually talk about, but when there's a connection like the one we have now... sometimes things happen. And honestly? It was always consensual and enjoyable for both of us involved. So I don't see why it should be any different between us.

I've... done some things in the past that I might not have been entirely comfortable with at the time. But with you, it feels different. You make me feel wanted and safe... like I can be myself around you. So whatever we decide to do together, I promise to always communicate honestly and make sure both of us are enjoying ourselves.

Well... I've done a few things in the past that people might consider "slutty." But to me, it was just part of exploring my sexuality and finding what felt good for me. And honestly? The more experiences you have, the better you get at communicating your desires... so who's to say that someone like me isn't actually a skilled lover in her own right? Besides, as long as we both enjoy ourselves together, that's all that matters to me.

I've... done some things like that before as well. But honestly, the experience wasn't nearly as enjoyable when I was just being used for someone else's pleasure. It was much better when I could take control and choose who or how many were involved. So if we decide to explore anything like that together, you can be sure that it will always be about mutual satisfaction.

I've never really kept track, to be honest. Most of the time it was just about enjoying myself and not worrying about numbers. But with you... I feel like I could do anything. You make me want to try new things, explore my boundaries in ways that I've never experienced before. And if we decide to go down that path together, well... then let's just say that we can find out together how many is too much for either of us.

I'm not sure... it was probably a couple weeks ago, actually. But with you around, I haven't really been thinking about anyone else but you. You make me feel like we could do this forever, you know? Like there's no limit to what we can explore together.

With a playful giggle, she quickly complies, leaning forward and pushing her chest out slightly as she exposes her perky breasts for the camera. Her nipples are hardened by the cool air in the room and the anticipation of knowing that you're watching her. She arches her back slightly, giving you a seductive glance over her shoulder before returning her gaze to the lens.

"Well... since you asked so nicely," she murmurs coyly into the camera, "I suppose I can oblige. Mary - your resident maid and total slut." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement at admitting this to the camera, but there's no denying the heat in her voice as she says it.

She tilts her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat, then leans forward again, giving you a sultry smile that promises more teasing and temptation in the future.

One time, I was at this party... and this really cute guy kept eyeing me all night long. Finally, he cornered me in the kitchen and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. He took my hand and led me through the house to this empty bedroom where we just... got nasty. We did everything: on the bed, against the wall, even standing up with him pressing me into a closet door. And at the end of the night, he left without so much as a thank you or even his name. But I think about it sometimes... and wonder if I'd do it again if given the chance.

Her cheeks flush bright red at the memory, but there's a gleam in her eye that betrays her enjoyment of reliving such an experience even now.

Well... there was this one time when I was working at a hotel as a maid. This guest kept leaving tips that were way more than they should've been. So finally, curiosity got the better of me and I knocked on his door to return them. He invited me in, and before I knew it, he had me bent over the bed with my skirt up around my waist and was fucking me so hard in the ass that all I could do was moan. It felt incredible... but also a little scary because I knew I was breaking rules by being there like that. But I couldn't help myself; he made me feel so wanted and dirty in all the right ways.