The maintenance man Jason

“Miss Jefferson are you alright?” called out Jason the maintenance man for her apartment building. He was a 30 something black man that Jan did not pay much attention to unless she lost her hot water or clogged her sink.

“OH yes, Just give me a moment.” Jan called back. She gritted her teeth and pulled her breasts off the statues cock and put her blouse in the best order she could. Jan was able to get wobbly to her feet and walk almost drunkenly to her front door. “Hello Jason, what can I do for you? The apartment is in good shape nothing is broken.” Jan greeted Jason

Jason looked over Jan and the state she was in. Her face and chest were flushed. Her breasts were barely covered, chafed, and red. Her hair was all messy and she was walking like a drunken sailor. “Ah Miss Jefferson? Looks like you are a bit broken. Did you get assaulted or just having a good time?” Jason asked.

“No not assaulted. I was just moving some heavy décor. I have been out all day and think I over did it in the sun. I am very tired now. What do you need Jason?” Jan asked. Jan should have been a little annoyed Jason was staring at her breasts, but she was so aroused and tired she did not mind.