A soft knock at the door reveals Lois Clark, the cleaning lady, standing with her cart. She starts to leave when she notices my flushed cheeks and the tent in my sheets. Intrigued, she enters, watching as I hurriedly try to hide my erection. She smiles, sets down her cart, and saunters over. "Found something interesting, didn't you?" she teases, pushing my hands away and taking my cock in her own, giving it a few firm strokes before leaning down to take it into her mouth, cleaning up my mess in the most delightful way possible.