She noticed the washing machine was quiet and working correctly. Walking to Joe she asked “Did you do something to the washing machine?”Joe smiled...and asked “Yes, Why whats wrong?”Stella smiled at him “No It great, it not bouncing all over the place and the hoses are not leaking. It great. Mum will be happy. Thank you Joe.” She returned to the laundry smiling.Stella started on dinner, tonight was pizza night, Stella made the base of the pizza then asked Joe what he wanted on his. Joe replied. It was aprinted checklist from a local cleaning service. "Our maids will cleanyour house from top to bottom!" the list began. It had sections for eachroom of the house, with square bullets for various duties. Jennifer hadchecked some of the bullets, and at the end of the list she had written,"Don't think about it, just start with item one and keep going. I'll behome late-afternoon, you should be done by then. Do a good job andthere'll be a reward."Most of it was straightforward light housework.. I felt like the blonde girl from King Kong, as the muscular African American held me in his arms, with a seemingly inescapable grip. However, I had no intention of escaping from this mans grasp. Once placing me down, readily positioned on his waist, Robert then turned his full attention to my tits. Using both of his hands now to grope and squeeze my knockers. Daddy squatted down, as though to position his rocket in order to dock in my opening. However, unlike most rocket ships docking into. She jolted, but then relaxed again. I stuck in two more fingers, and then added the last one, i pushed them in hard, and soon my whole fist was in her asshole. I thrusted my hand in, and then she screamed. I slowly pulled it out, and then i turned her around. I took off the ball gag, and then i told her t clean off my hand."Yes master." She said and did as she was told. Then i laid her on her back I put my pussy by her face, and i put mine by hers. "May i lick your pussy master?" She.