I wish I could say she dressed provocatively, or she seduced me and made me want to f**k her. But that was never the case with Hannah.
The girl had curves crafted by an angel and could be traced in any outfit she wore. (Her maid’s uniform was no exception.) I don’t know how I ended up f*****g her and I don’t know how my friend George watched and jacked off as I did.
Okay, maybe I do know but recalling the events that led to that particular moment is like rocket science. I remember coming home from work that day with a splitting headache. I was more than grateful the kids had gone off to see their auntie as soon as I walked in through the door.
I have done well for myself over the years. My mansion could attest, the house sounded and felt empty as soon as I walked in. Hannah was howev
