Dusting off two dirty pipes

Martin, still processing the unexpected interruption and the bizarre sight of the maid with an unusually deep voice, decided to roll with it. He pulled down his pants, exposing himself fully, and looked at Walter with a mix of amusement and confusion.

"Well, well, look who's ready to go," Martin said with a smirk. "I think you should start with... this," he continued, gesturing to his now-exposed erection.

Walter, still in the maid outfit but clearly enjoying the role-play, sauntered over to Martin with a playful stride. "Oui, oui, monsieur!" she responded in a mock French accent, her voice fluctuating between deep and high-pitched. "I will take care of your needs."

Tim, meanwhile, watched the scene unfold with a combination of disbelief and amusement. He took another drag from his shisha hose, his eyes never leaving the odd spectacle in front of him.

"What about me?" Tim finally asked, breaking his silence. "Don't I get any attention?"

Walter turned to Tim, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But of course, monsieur! I have two hands, after all." She began to move towards Tim, her hips swaying exaggeratedly.

Martin chuckled and leaned back on the sofa, clearly enjoying the show. "This is getting interesting," he muttered, taking a swig from one of the beer cans on the floor.

Walter knelt down between the two men, her large breasts nearly spilling out of her maid uniform. She looked up at both of them with a naughty smile. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Tim and Martin exchanged glances, both eager to see where this strange and exciting encounter would lead. The rap song continued to play in the background, setting an unexpectedly fitting mood for the bizarre threesome unfolding on the sofa.