I've never met her but she must be sexy as hell and a little scattered brained.
The elusive foxy maid left a thigh high fishnet with a black seam in his bed. Another time there were navy blue boy-shorts trimmed in lace. An array of unmatched earrings and a silver toe ring made their way to the desktop.
Then one day you know who found a long strand of smooth creamy pearls tucked deep into the sheets at the end of the bed.
But what I really want to know is how the sexy maid is getting a hold of all my stuff?
