As the weekend ensued you learned what I expected, becoming an expert at licking my cock, balls and ass with long strokes of your tongue. And, though ...t embarrassed you beyond any you embarrassment you had experienced before, you became accustomed to using the back yard for your bathroom. You were a ‘good bitch’, I always told you so. Of course, despite the reddening this brought to your cheeks, you were prideful of being a ‘good bitch’. A woman thrusts her face into my view. I recognize her. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured silk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom. The whole time she was shaving me, she was working nude. I was fascinated by her skill shaving me, but had also enjoyed checking her out considerably as well. When she turned away from me to replace her razor, and put away the dirty towel, I was able to enjoy a long gaze at her tight ass. She had those proverbial legs that went "all the way up" and her butt was tight and one of the best rear ends I had ever seen- in life or in a magazine. As I admired her, she dropped her comb and reached down. “Ok, good morning David,” one of the chefs said. “Mistress House informed us of your guest’s dietary requirements, so we have prepared an appropriate breakfast and packed them lunch. We had no idea what you liked, only that you eat like a starved herd of hyenas.”I had seen cereal last night, so I got the box, milk, bowl, and a spoon. Casey requested some eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and juice.After I put the milk and cereal away, I couldn’t find the dishwasher. The chef just laughed at me as one.