Sweep, Sweep, Dust, Dust...A Rather Ordinary, yet Buxom Beauty Of a Maid Wearing a Custom-Tailored Maid’s Outfit From The Finest Black And White Silk-Like Fabrics, The Top Is Held In Place By A Cross Strap, Seemingly Designed To Hold Her Top In Place, Whilst Giving a Bountifully Clear Cleavage Window For All To See..She Said Nothing as She Graciously Moved About The Library, Her Movements Accentuated With Each Subtle Heave And Jostle Of Her “Good Girls”, A Lullaby Could Be Heard Being Hummed By This Buxom Blonde Maid…As She Periodically Glanced Down at the Mistress Of The House's Firstborn Daughter Wedged and Snuggled Securely (For Now), Between The Ordinary Maid's Bazoombs, And She Who's Face Contorted and Was Stricken with Divine Lust, And Her Hollow Eyesockets Weep Tears of Purest Breastmilk...