The special chore will bebetter done not in a maid outfit. You always requested that I had aspecial chore for you when you are my maid and I was not g...ing to let myhusband down. Are you ready to hear it?"Paula was confused, she knew she had to listen to Miss Jennifer, yetthere was no demeaning tasks other than the special chore and no maiduniform. Plus, her mistress has not called her maid Paula once today.Paula needed more than a special chore to pay and to dress in herstation to pay for her. But, not my Glenn. Our sex life is good. I'm generally happy with how things go in bed and Glenn's 6" penis is adequate. I have noticed over the past few years that his stamina doesn't last as long. I find myself having to carry the movements more than 5 years ago. But, with him being 40 now, I get it. It's just part of aging and with being 35, I'm okay with picking up the effort where he physically can't anymore. "Ooh!" Glenn slips behind me between the bed and my butt and steals a pinch of my. She moaned and attempted to struggle, but all she accomplished was making the ropes tighter She heard someone open and close the bedroom door, she tried desperately to ask whoever this was to let her go, but her muffled cries were ignored.Loud footsteps walked across the floor to the foot of the bed, again she cried out but it was no use the gag was too tight round her mouth.The footsteps came again walking round to the side of her and she felt a hand squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple.. Focus. Where was here? Walking. Stairs. Discarded clothing, bare skin, shouts in the lamplight. Jesus, we really did have sex. Kisses and hands on my bare hips.Eyes.Eyes looking up at me, smoldering with lust, from beneath that blonde, frizzy hair. Eyes that moved. Because her face, her whole head was moving. Bobbing. Back and forth. Because her mouth was around my dick. Because she was giving me oral sex. A mouth, a face, eyes, hair, that I remembered, I knew. I knew that face. That body. Just.