Amily the personal maid-1

I gave my head a strong shake side to side to try to knock those silly thoughts out. I knew as soon as Amily left, I would need a good session of self-relief.

“We’ll need to let that steam run for a while to see the effect. How long do you usually go in it?”

Until I come in it, I thought, but dared not say. Many loads of seed had spilled down that drain, the moist heat bathing my fist as it caressed my hard cock.

“Just right, as Goldilocks might say.”

Amily laughed. “Well, I was blonde in my younger days, but I was never afraid of bears.”