She has a bad body odour. And that arouses me as well. I loved the smell. But I kept my distance from her so that she doesn’t get suspicious. So yea... one day my money I kept in the drawer was missing. I was really scared. But then I realized about the spy cam I bought online. It was very cheap and so I Bought it and kept it in my room. So I checked the footage. And I found out that my maid had taken it. At first, I was angry. But then I thought maybe I could use this as an opportunity. So I. Despite her privileged upbringing, she had a natural grace and quietness about her that made me suspect she'd make a good hunter.I sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr Fleming, but I'm not a bodyguard, I'm a hunter. But some of my former colleagues have set up a company which offers the sort of service you need."I gave Mr Fleming the contact details for Excelsior, and told him to mention my name. I noticed how Michaela's face dropped. I would have liked to get to know her better but guessed that now wasn't. Just light kisses and some light flicks with my tongue over her hidden clit.Suddenly like an explosion she erupted, clamped her legs around my head and grabbed my hair rather painfully."How dare you wake me up you bastard – I'm not ready. Good thing so that you did it the way you did or I would take my crop to your sorry ass. Now make me cum."I really wanted her to let go of that of that "death grip" on my hair and ease her crushing of my head. So I went to town with some gusto and it did not. Some people had agitated for a public brothel making use of all of the female overseers. There were 27 of them who had survived the revolution, and the only real skill some of them had was located between their thighs. Personally, I didn't think that prostitution was that big a deal as far as public morals were concerned, so I okayed the project. The brothel was managed by Betty, my second wife.Betty and Mary had come to a very comfortable working relationship. Mary agreed that it would only be.