"The woman looked at Jason with slightly unfocused eyes. "How may I beof service?"Jason's eyebrows furrowed. "You're a housekeeper?"The woman's eyes c...me into focus as she looked at Jason. "Yes, Mr.Daniels. I am capable of any domestic task."Jason stared at the mysterious figure with curious wonder. "Say what?" I am prepared to perform any tasks that I am given," the woman repliedsimply.Jason considered her reply, then took his wife by the arm and pulledher into the kitchen."What?" she asked in. ‘So how did you learn so much about him if your role is only to supervise the moving in process?’ ‘I had lunch with him and afterwards we… oh god, what am I saying?’ Brittany said, turning scarlet. That conversation left Jennifer feeling a little more secure about Fenton Wagstaff. As an officer in the British Army he would have been trained to act like an officer and a gentlemen as well as to cut throats behind enemy lines when on reconnaissance. Also Brittany wasn’t a bimbo who would fall to. Her strawberry blonde hair was tousled about her head, her blue-green eyes hidden behind gradiently-smoked eyelids, her high-cheekbones, the fresh, sex-flush of pink on her cheeks and her chest, the contented look on her face. She looked happy. No, content. So content, like she wanted nothing else in the world but to fuck. Kneeling between her widespread legs, I looked down and could see the full length of my steel-hard erection as it sluiced in and out of her swollen pussy. My cock was shiny. "Care to dance," I said to the cute maybe thirty-something blond. She looked me up and down."Uh—not right now," she said. I did my best not to sound desperate, but I'm sure my face must have been bright crimson at hearing her reject me."Oh, okay. Sorry," I said. I turned and walked away. Over the next hour and half, I asked three other women, more or less in my age bracket, to dance; I was turned down by all of them. My luck was apparently gonna be pure shit tonight, I thought.I had been to.