<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Brigitte Noire/Maid<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor, Library -> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mason, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The maid batted her emerald eyes at the Chef’s response to her coy little comment about cream.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmm…I supoze ze tast wool be in ordar.”</strong>She said her tongue licking over her lips again. The sexy Brigitte making a soft little gasp as she felt Mason pull her close, pressing her against his muscular form, his powerful arms wrapping about her curvy form as he spoke. Her eyes instinctively flicking towards the stove then back to Mason as she understood his real meaning.<br/><br/>The maid smiling up to the man, shifting, grinding against Mason as she turned to face him. Her luscious breasts pressed against his chest, threating to spill out of the top of her maids uniform. Diving the chef an eyeful of her deep alluring cleavage.  Her green eyes bright as her hands slid between them. Palms pressing against Mason’s eager manhood, slowly rubbing him teasingly through his clothing.<br/><br/><strong>“Monsieur Mazon, mah I hav ze tast?”</strong>She asked even as her hands moved, slipping out and back under the chef’s apron. Long red nails scratching at the fabric of his pants as they moved to Mason’s straining cock, the familiar clicking of the zipper of his pants coming just before the sensation of Brigitte’s fingertips brushing against the heated thin fabric of the man’s shorts. The taunting layer the only thing between her soft flesh and Mason’s throbbing hard shaft.<br/>