"Thats what I want to hear." He whispers into her ear, grinding himself against her.<br/><br/>He hooked his legs over hers, the tops of his feet pressing against the backs of her calves. His thighs almost against her hips. He spread her legs apart then shifted his own hips, bringing his cock down between her legs.<br/><br/>He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy slit a few times then pushed in. He moaned with pleasure, feeling her tight confines squeezing around him.<br/><br/>"You going to be a good slut?" He moans into her ear. "Give me everything I want?"<br/><br/>The soft ding of the elevator could be heard then. And a few moments later, a soft voice calling out - 'Housekeeping'.<br/><br/>Paul grinned. "Don't move. Remember, you promised to be my slut. Now, we'll see how much of a slut you are for me."  Then, louder: "In here."<br/><br/>He didn't stop thrusting, his movements slow and methodical. A soft gasp could be heard behind them as the Maid entered the room. But she didn't shy away or leave. Her outfit was skimpy at best. A form hugging black dress, with white frills adorning it. On most other mornings, Paul would have a wake up round with the Maid - a girl not unused to seeing what she saw now, or even joining in for that matter.<br/><br/>"The Room needs clean sheets...and we'll need fresh ones here too once we're done."