When she reached it she found him seated at the desk by the door staring at his computer. “George is here?” she asked? The minimal black halter over the lace top supported and accented her lace-covered breasts, without offering any additional concealment. Gathering her kit, she stood while Karl opened a drawer to pull out a stack of crisp bills. “Now it’s my turn.”
Nadia felt Karl’s erection in the small of her back as his arms went around her, hands pulling down her top to play with her tits. Before long she had worked her way around the room and leaned over to dust the desk in front of George’s unblinking eyes. A few were on the rough side, or a bit too kinky for her tastes, but even from these she derived some enjoyment. After that night she increasingly seized any opportunity to spend time working at Miss Kitty’s Place. When she had recovered, Nadia slipped the loaded condom off of Karl’s soft penis, dropping it into little waste box in her cleaning kit. A short, scoop-necked, top with cap sleeves, made of a sheer, frilly stretch lace, covered Nadia’s bust. Once in the house she quickly shed the sweat suit and changed into high heels.
