He was a nice old man and it was great to bring a smile to his face. Ilet either the female part of my brain or my pantyhose take over mymouth. I wa... starting to struggle to tell which was which."I am just setting up a cleaning business, Sir, and wondered if you hadany work I could do for you. I am starting with a special offer ofcleaning your whole house for free." A woman has not been in here in years. Are you sure you don't wantpayment?" Yes, sir. As I said, it's free." And you are. " Only the best for my new man," I said, stroking my left foot across his chiseled chest."I will expect you to be wearing these anytime I come over," he said."Yes, sir," I nodded, wanting to make it clear I was his obedient, submissive slut... just like my husband."And when I invite you to entertain some friends," he added, as he sucked on my toes... something I had never had done to me before."Really? Yes, sir," I repeated my obedient response, at this moment willing to agree to anything to. I wondered where this would lead, how would we act tomorrow, how would we hide from her parents, what would happen when her fiancé arrived tomorrow, was this more than a hot, clandestine relationship? How would I get through a day of waiting on tables after four hours of sleep? I had no idea and knew this would be an hour by hour experience of not knowing where all of this was heading.The next morning I made it to the dining room, fifteen minutes later than usual, having trouble waking up and. “So now, tell me about your trip.” Kate told A. the whole story, from preparing herself to the drive to the store and the decision to prolong the trip with a visit to Starbucks. A. had positioned his camera so that all she could see on her laptop was the image of his hand stroking his erect cock. But he frequently interrupted her narrative to voice approval. A. even voiced approval when she mentioned talking with Paul in the coffee shop. It had been fun to flirt again, her first real experience.