I was just doing my job. In a short suit, the maid was bending over and cleaning the room when the guest returned. He was dissatisfied. I lowered my eyes, whispered that I needed more time. He watched me from the bathroom, the towel hanging low from his hips. He said that there were no dry towels. A lie, but I didn’t say anything. He dropped the towel. “If you want to keep your job, satisfy me.” I knelt down and took his in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked me in the throat, rough and deep. Then he bent me over and fucked me hard from behind. Later he told me to suck again. I obeyed. Then he said, “Ride me.” I did it. And I liked it, although I was afraid to admit it. He made me kneel on the bed—took me again, even deeper. Then on the floor – in my mouth. He was pleased. I kept my job. But inside I already wanted more.