Labor Day Version 1-Best Housekeeper Ever

 

“Ah, shit.  Yer awake,” your housekeeper slurred as she leaned against the patio table. Her braless tits threatening to spill out of her yellow top, her eyes closed. 

“Yep, and you're drunk, aren't you?”, you asked, thinking the answer was obviously yes, with how she needed the table for support.

“Nooo,” she answered you. Before you could ask her about this apparent lie, she added, “Im zzzrunk ann high,” and opened her eyes, and gave you a small smile.

Now that you looked at her bloodshot eyes, it was obvious. Your housekeeper was drunk and high. Despite this, she went back to cleaning the patio table, not waiting for your response. As you watched her, you told her, “Wow. And ever the professional, still able to do your job. You're the best.” She stopped, and picked up a vodka bottle from the table. “Sssang yoo”, she said and took a drink, and then returned to cleaning the table.

You watched her slowly wipe down the table, her tits bobbing about. Your cock was now quite hard within your jeans. Finally, you could take no more, so you asked her, “How about cleaning my shaft?”

She smiled broadly.

“Yes, bozz.” she said, and staggered around to you. She dropped to her knees, and undid your belt. You let her struggle with the button for a bit. Finally, she slurred, “Helb me pleeeze. My fingers arr too zzzrunk.” 

You did as requested, and then slid your jeans and underwear down, letting your stiff shaft spring free. Then she began to clean your shaft with her mouth.

As you enjoyed her efforts, you thought to yourself, “best house keeper ever.”