The craftsmen appear

Caro's chest heaved with anticipation as she slowly made her way down the hallway, her low-cut dress daringly hugged her curves and showed off her cleavage. Melanie couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as the craftsman's eyes followed Caro like a dog after a bone. "Careful, Caro," Melanie warned, but it was too late - Caro had already entered the living room.

Caro entered the living room and her eyes widened. Three rough, hardworking men stood there - all at least fifty years old, bald, and fat. But to Caro, their presence was electric. They were experienced providers, experienced in matters of pleasure - three hard cocks she could serve and win favour from.

She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with three ice-cold beers. She handed them to each of the smelly sweaty men, looking them straight in the eye as she said "Here you go boys." Alex, the master craftsman, thanked her with a grunt while Thomas and Thorsten accepted their drinks with extra consideration. "Thank you, sweetie," Thorsten cooed and Caro's heart fluttered in her chest.