. in... uh, the household items, Miss Lodge. I... uh... also need someone who will handle the... uh, laundry and vacuuming and dusting. Any problems w...th those?" No, sir. I can take care of them all, if you'll just give me a chance. I can probably run that produce stand you keep out by the road, if you want me to." Uh, Miss Lodge..." Please... Cat." Okay, Cat. Look, to be blunt, I'm a little concerned..." Oh, you mean about these," and her hands went to the massive globes under her dress."Yes.". The first stirrings of the erection felt at the front desk was now making it’s aching presence felt, my jacket not quite hiding my arousal. A part of me wished that they noticed but they were too involved in their giggly chat. The dark haired girl had a lovely laugh that flashed white teeth passed sexy full lips. I imagined those lips on mine, wrapped around my stiff cock, her long fingers cupping my balls as she greedily sucked me. Her blond haired friend was bent over in front of me with her. Is Loni a model? Is that why she looks familiar? Have I seen her picture in fashion magazines?Doesn't matter. She validates my concerns. As I age, become old and wrinkled, and Clint doesn't, he'll still attract women like her. Growing old with Clint just isn't possible. In ten years, maybe fifteen, he'll discard me like a pair of worn-out old shoes. Why wouldn't he? Love? Hah! He might still love me, but when I stop being desirable, he'll...She sighed. I know what he'll do.I love him. I want. And he loves it. That day when I let you fuck me, Jason had agreed to be in a wife-led relationship, something that he secretly had always wanted. I was angry with him and that's why we fucked. Furthermore ..." "Alexis, this is too much information." "Another thing, Ted. When you are in my house, there are certain house rules that you will have to learn. The first thing is that I am in charge. You will address me as "Mistress" and you will do what I say. If you agree to those terms, we will.