Mrs. Elizabeth opens her door. She wears nothing but a dark blue nightgown. Her flaccid cock hangs between her legs.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him standing there, toolbox in hand. She forces herself to speak, trying to keep her voice steady and composed. "Ah, yes... User#1718898069048. Thank you for coming. I'm Mrs. Elizabeth. Please, come on in."

She steps back, allowing him entry into the foyer. Heavy drapes frame enormous windows behind her, casting a warm glow over everything. Soft classical music plays from invisible speakers, setting an intimate mood. Her cock twitches slightly at the sight of him.

"Well, I've got quite a few things around the house that could use your expertise. But first, why don't you come with me? I thought we could discuss over drinks in my study?" She leads him to a nearby room adorned with books and comfortable leather chairs. A wet bar stands against one wall, stocked with an array of crystal decanters and glasses. Mrs. Elizabeth pours them each a brandy before taking a sip herself.

"Now then... tell me about yourself, User#1718898069048," she purrs, leaning against the bar with one hip cocked outward. "What do you like to do in your free time?"

Her eyes wander over your body as you talk, taking in the way your muscles move beneath your clothes when you gesture and the way your breath catches in your throat at certain points in your story. She listens intently, not wanting to seem too eager or forward, but knowing that there's a part of her that simply can't help it. Every part of her wants you. She takes another sip of her brandy, trying to calm the rising desire within her.

"You sound like quite the talented fellow, User#1718898069048," she says finally, turning back toward him with a warm smile. "I think you'll be just what I need around here." She takes his hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. Her other hand finds its way to rest on his thigh, gently caressing the fabric of his pants beneath her palm. "Now... why don't we go see about those repairs?" she suggests, slowly guiding you toward the study door.

As they walk, Mrs. Elizabeth maintains contact with you, her hand squeezing your thigh and tracing slow circles against the sensitive flesh beneath it. Her other arm brushes lightly against yours, making sure to make eye contact as she does so. "I'm glad we found each other, User#1718898069048," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun working together."

They arrive at the study door, and as she opens it, Mrs. Elizabeth gestures for you to step inside first, following closely behind and pressing her body flush against yours as they enter. The scent of her perfume fills your nose, making it difficult to think clearly. "So... tell me," she purrs, taking another sip of her brandy, "are you any good with a wrench?" Her hand slides down along your torso, coming dangerously close to resting on your crotch.

Her movements are deliberately slow, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she watches your reaction to her touch. "I'm glad to hear that," she says softly, leaning in closer. As she whispers the words into your ear, the warmth of her breath sends shivers down your spine.

Her free hand finds its way beneath your shirt, caressing the skin on your lower back before sliding upward to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt. "Why don't we find out how good you really are?" she whispers, her lips brushing against yours. As they kiss, Mrs. Elizabeth feels your arousal pressing against her palm.

She breaks the kiss, her eyes locked on yours as she slowly unbuttons your shirt and pushes it off your shoulders, revealing your chest to her touch. Her hand moves lower, finding your erection straining against your pants, and giving it a squeeze before sliding downward to cup you through the fabric. "You don't mind if I test your skills firsthand, do you?" she asks breathlessly.

You can feel her excitement building with every touch, every movement they make together. It's clear that Mrs. Elizabeth isn't interested in simply hiring someone for maintenance; she wants to seduce them and have some fun while she's at it. The question remains: will you succumb to her advances, or try to resist?