Shemale Maid Part 2

Things looked quite ominous and grim and it seemed that there was no way out of her troubles. If she wanted to find an acceptable solution she had to change her point of view entirely and think in a roundabout way by making use of the female qualities of her brain and intuition. Sometimes, if you find yourself limited to only two unacceptable options and you have to make a decision in very short time, you can always turn the tables by choosing a third one that suits you best, regardless of the consequences, for you are in dire straits in any case; and that was exactly what she did.

Colleen: "Listen John. We can settle this matter immediately only if you accept my offer. I can neither let you in nor let you go without getting that letter. The only thing I can do is to suck you off through the door's special opening. As you see, the dimensions of the slit are large enough and you can safely insert your dick without fear of hurting yourself. But it must be done now. I'm sorry there is no other way. You can take it or leave it, it's your choice. This is the best offer you can get. So hurry up, for we are running out of time."

Postman: "But... but... Damn you girl! You are driving a hard bargain... Umm... I don't know... What if someone comes through the gate and catches me doing that? That would be so embarrassing! Damn..."

The postman shook his head in disbelief. The situation had radically changed, putting him at a great disadvantage within less than a minute, and he couldn't understand what had gone wrong. His slow mind couldn't conceive the fact that he had been outsmarted by that girl, the very moment he was sure he would triumph.

Time was flying like a tsunami wave and he couldn't make up his mind-he could lose his job for something like that! But he was so aroused that could hardly control the desires of his body. "To hell with all of you!" he thought as he was checking nervously for any passers-by. "I'm going to do it and... come what may!"