Neither of us acknowledging the other, I guess we both had our problems. I would often come home from work early, as the studio was only around the co...ner. Some days I didn’t have much on so I stayed home working in the garden. It was hot, digging and mulching in the summer heat. The house sitter would always be there on the porch, undressing me with his unwavering stare. In a way it was very creepy but, at the same time, I felt flattered to have someone notice me. I decided to have a little. "Jens offers, "The opener is in the second drawer over."Ivan says, "Thank you for help Princess Doody Head."Jens laughs again which makes her cough (it's a nasty wet sounding cough that I don't like). I look at Maria, Maria smiles and nods her head so I decide it's okay that she coughs. I walk over, get the opener, come back and open the bottle.Ivan is being a hell of a great kid and enjoys the task of making the MREs for us. He begins to remove the entrée pouches from the heater and hums an. They reminded me of what she truly was and it only added to the thrill of the danger."She was completely naked and without shame. She sat and watched me with an amused expression, legs spread wide to reveal the slit of her naked pussy. The flesh around it was smooth and hairless."'What would you like, little human?' she purred."Between her legs the slit of her pussy opened for a few brief tantalising moments like lips beckoning for a kiss."'You, ' I replied. 'For one night of pleasure.'"'Mmm, '. The dishwasher is overflowing with dirty cups and a few beer bottles that I am sure Jay thinks he needs to keep. The tile floor is dark gray, but since it were white last time I mopped, I am assuming that the floor is layered with dirt along with grease from the deep fryer in the corner. It and the microwave are the most popular forms of cooking in this house, and are both coated in slime and old food particles. The grease in the fryer badly needs changed. Everything is buried under grime. The.