His d**k stood erect just inches from me. Six inches, and a good couple inches of girth pulsated at the attention.
"I don't know what reaction you're expecting from me, but I'm not touching that."
"You're the maid," he said, with an air of self-importance. "Polish it - and maybe I'll give a good word to Lord Luther about how well you did."
"I'm sorry," I said, shaking my head. "But I'm not laying a finger on your cock."
"I never said anything about using your hands."
My stomach turned, with a wave of nausea washing over me. "Absolutely not." I shuddered. "I'd rather lick the floor than put anything of you in my mouth. That's just gross!"
I must have shouted a little louder than I realised. My thoughts were cut off, recieving a blow to the side of my head. I groaned, my head rang lik
