A Most Merry Maid

I was standing in the kitchen entryway, watching Maeve busily clean. She noticed me and gave me a cheery smile. Her face then reddened a bit, probably because she noticed the bulge in my pants. "Oh, sir," she said in her wonderful Irish lilt, "do ye fancy me then?" Maeve wiggled her shapely ass. "Once I'm finished here, I'll be happy to attend to you..."