.. All good stories should start that way don't you think? Once upon a time, there was a fine maid. Fair of face and stunningly brunette, the type of...maid that made others smile when they saw her. She was friendly and outgoing, a pillar of the community. But deep inside, under the conservative dress and the unassuming front she put forward, there was a minx with a wild streak that few knew about and even fewer were able to bring out in her. She would deny it, if asked; hiding it away to be. Jenny, her two year-old, was filled with joy as she blew out the candles on her birthday cake. John and Jenny had grown used to seeing her as Sarah, and even called her Mom. Sarah was so touched and blessed that they accepted her fully, even with their other Mom, her ex-wife, constantly spewing poison about her to them.The thoughts of her children, then her ex-wife, overwhelmed Sarah, and she planted her phone back onto the bed. She hugged her pillow tightly, and sobbed. In contrast to the. Ginger, Jarvis, you're with me. Keep them out of the building. Do not let them get inside the windows. I'll keep the door free.'Harper rushed into the bedroom, comparing the beds and the cupboard. Deciding on the cupboard, he moved to one side and waited for Baker to enter the room, before saying with forced calmness 'Get the other side. Move it smoothly, we have enough time.'With a nervous fist to his chest Baker ran to the cupboard and stumbled into it before getting hold of it, his arms. I open them up, spreading them between us, but Olivia doesn't seem that appealed by them. I'm not really that hungry either.“Are you hungry?” I ask, hoping she says no.She looks at me, and smiles a little, and then it turns into a grin.“Yes.... but not for food” she smiles while putting the pizza on the floor, and then looking up at me with a seductive smile. My body is getting hotter, and my pussy is starting to get wet. She slowly pushes me onto my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, and.