She runs her tongue all over the delicious beefcake

"Hey Dan? Thank you for the foot rub. I think that's good for now."

Dan looked disappointed, but he gave her foot a little kiss and stood up. He smiled as best he could and said, "I'm always, always glad to do it. I'll be in my room. Let me know when dinner is ready."

"Sure thing," said Anna. She held out Sputnik and said, "Oh, and could you take the cats with you?"

As Dan left, shooing all the cats into his room, Anna turned back to the large German/Austrian man. She began to rub her thigh as she watched him effortlessly lift one end of the large table to look under it. "Um, Hans? Could you come here for a minute?"

"Of course, my mistress!" said Hans with a slight accent from living in Germany until he was twelve. He walked over and dropped to his knees in front of the couch. "You don't have to ask me, I am yours to command!"

Anna couldn't stop staring at his smile. Even his teeth were perfect. "Okay, well then, come join me on the couch." As he stood up she added, "And take off the toolbelt."

He happily took off the belt and sat down next to Anna. She smiled back at him and shrugged her shoulders in a giddy, flirty way. She stared into his pale, blue eyes for a couple of minutes before she realized that he was never going to make a move. Certain things from her new life were coming to her, but she still wasn't sure what to do in this situation. She reached out gingerly and touched him. Anna giggled slightly as she stroked his chest. His pectorals felt huge under the tight shirt.

"Now the shirt," said Anna.

Hans took off his shirt, revealing the best pecs Anna had ever seen. She sat there with her mouth hanging open for a second, then leaned down and licked his nipple. His sharp inhalation turned the sexy Asian American woman on even more. She reached up and stroked his other nipple while continuing to lick the first one.

Soon Anna moved to his stomach. It was perfect, rippling with abs from years of intense workouts. She loved running her tongue through every crevice between those muscles. Anna was getting wet. She began kissing his stomach, thinking of how much she wanted a man like this, how much she deserved the kind of sex only a stud like this could give her. She kissed his stomach more intently, then worked the kisses slowly up his chest, then to his neck, right to his-

A phone rang.

"Who's that?" said Anna reflexively. Instantly she realized that she should be ignoring the polite part of her brain, but it was too late.

Hans pulled out his phone and looked at a text message. "Mrs. Perez in 203 has a bad water heater problem. She's afraid it will explode."

"Why is she telling you?"

Hans looked confused. "Because I am the building supervisor. Of course, I will ignore it if you wish, mistress. I will do anything for you!"