You know where it is, help yourself, and I'll get the lasagna on the table," mom says.I follow Janice into the dining room. As I lean against the wall...and watch her bend over in front of the wine rack, I feel my jeans getting tighter. I try like hell not to look but my eyes are focused right on her plump, round ass."Roman," she shouts, causing me to snap back to reality."Umm, what, Janice?" What were you staring at?" I feel the uncomfortable bulge that has now invaded my jeans. I grab a. "Why have you laid two places?"she asks crossly."For you and me," I answer."A servant can't sit at the same table as her mistress." Sorry, ma'am, I thought..." Well you thought wrong. Take one place away," she orders.I curtsey. "Yes, ma'am. Very good, ma'am." This role play isgetting very realistic. I scurry to the table and remove myknife, fork, spoon and glass. "Please sit down, ma'am," I sayembarrassed by my mistake."You're such a stupid girl, Emily," my mistress says as I servethe lunch. I. I didn’t pay attention to them and kept on searching my items.I was searching for groundnut oil but wasn’t able to find it. So I asked one of the staff. He told me that it was kept in the last rack, in the bottom-most rows, a little inside. I nodded my head and went towards the rack. I reached there and bend down to search the oil but couldn’t find it.I kept on searching for a little while, but it was not there. I thought either I understood it incorrect or that staff directed me to the wrong. So, no tv. Care to see my room?”She said, “Yes, that would be nice.”As they got up and went into the bedroom there sits the workbench and the bunk beds. And Bob realizes it was only a single bed and not much headroom. She asked me, “Where am I going to sleep?”Bob smiled at her sheepishly and said, “The bed is a lot bigger than you think. But you might be right, there is not much room. I figured you would sleep with me, as you came all this way to see me, or am I assuming too much?”She came.