But her daughter was in the room and reading. She insisted me to leave and never come again.But I couldn’t control. I again hugged her putting my bo...h hands on her waist inside the saree tightly. I kissed on her cheeks and I ran into Akhila’s room. My hands were shivering. I told Akhila to read on her own. I left her house. The same night I messaged her and said sorry for whatever happened in the evening.She didn’t respond. The next Saturday I was planning the same hugging and kissing. I gave. ”“Yes,” he mused, “I suppose it has taken on an aura of mystery. But what I have to offer you, Gwen, is important. Perhaps the most important offer you have ever received.”“An offer is it?”“Yes, but first some background. I am afraid your mother was not totally forthcoming with you and I avoided the issue by remaining away. Perhaps we both should have shared what I’m about to tell you years ago. It might have made things easier for you.”Easier, I don’t understa...”He smiled. “Of course you. The job sounded intriguing. As sort of a closet submissive, it seemedright up my alley to be a housekeeper---especially for a lady and her twostepdaughters. But what about my career as a stockbroker? Maybe it wastime for at total career change?Melissa loved the idea of me becoming her stepmother's housekeeper. Shethought I would be perfect for the job. She even set up an interview forthe next day.I arrived for my interview at 9:00 a.m. Her stepmother answered thedoor. She made quite. Bending down, I retrieve my phone from my discarded jeans and check the time. Liam is due back in ten minutes, which is the perfect opportunity to get started, in the hopes he will catch me in the act and spank me again. Picking up the two boxes with my new toys in, and some lube, I go back into the bathroom.My heels clack over the tiled floor as I move towards the walled mirror and crouch down. I rip off the packaging eagerly on my dildo then lick the suction cup, dirtily filled with thoughts.