Boyfriend Chris forgot his key

"Who eez it?" Yvette asked.

"Lauren? Is that you?" The man said, "It's Chris. I forgot my house key."

Chris was the type of guy who was classically handsome. He had short brown hair that was slightly disheveled. His clothes were tight enough to show his slap-able ass and six pack.

Yvette unlocked the door and let Chris enter. Dumbfounded he couldn't stop staring. "Uh- Um- Ah-" was all he could say.

The maid curtsied, "Let me tak yur jakt, mastair."

She took off his jacket and placed it gingerly into the closet. Making sure to show her back to him.

"Lauren, when did you-"

"I'm not Laurén. Ai am Yvette yur séxy maid."

She pressed her body close to his for a second. He could smell the rose petal perfume she was wearing that obviously must have read something like Scent of Paris. Before touching him she backed away and curtsied.

"If mastair weehl adjurn to zé liveng ruhm. Ai steehl 'ave much cléaneng zat needs to bé done."

She guided Chris to the couch and put on one of his favorite shows. Though he didn't keep his eyes off her for a second. There were times where Yvette dusted the book case and had to stand on a step stool to get to the top. Allowing Chris to see almost up her skirt. When she cleared the coffee table her breasts nearly fell out as he saw right down her cleavage. He wanted her so much. There was a dvd cabinet in the TV stand.

"Yvette," Chris called out. She dutifully stood in front of him.

"Could you put on a dvd for me? Clue. It should be in that cabinet over there."

She nodded and while bending down to find the DVD her skirt raised just enough to show her white lace and satin lingerie.