I might as well just be a chair or a table to her, except when she decided to reward me, then I became at least a used human. I spend the entire day d...ing things for her; going to the laundry-mat, not the least embarrassed by what I was washing and drying. I wouldn't have been caught dead in the past washing women's underwear in public. I scrubbed the floors, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom until every thing sparkled even though it wasn't on the schedule.I also got time to read a few more. I madly sucked on her lips and then cheeks and chin and then the entire neck her boobs looked much better when she walked or stood than when she was lying down on her back anyway. After spending almost 5 minutes on her belly and belly button, I moved further to the sweetest thing in the world. My heart was pounding as I was opening her salwar pants now.Her knees were bent and I didn’t face any difficulty removing her pants which revealed the best fat thighs and pussy lips I have ever seen her. “Hello...” I eyed her name tag, “ ... Molly! We’d like to speak to Mr. Winthrop, please. It’s about the ghost.”The girl hissed, glancing over at an older couple sitting on a couch in the corner. “Quiet! Don’t let any of the other customers hear you.”I looked at her. “But it was in the paper.”She rolled her eyes. “Nobody reads the newspaper anymore.”“Fair enough.”Soon we were ushered into Mr. Winthrop’s plush office. The older man was handsome, what some would call a silver fox, and he looked. Specifically, I had wanted the former queen to be our household maid. It particularly amused me that she had to clean the toilets every day. As a joke, I once took a photograph of her bent over the toilet bowl scrubbing away, using a tooth brush. The thing I thought was funny was the way her "P" brand was so prominently displayed on her right buttock.I had that picture framed and posted so that I could see it every time I used the toilet. It was also posted on our version of the internet. Of.