She knew the arrangement, it happened rarely and she eagerly anticipated each second, the build up, the instance and the departure. The Master of this room was a twisted romantic, he knew what he wanted and she dutifully allowed his pleasure.
Tightly laced in her shiny smooth bodice, breasts cupped with frills, stiffly starched shirt tightly tied over the top. Collar erect touching as high up as her ears, hearing muffled through tight head coverage, her eyes hidden by a frilly dust mask.
She senses movement in the shadows of the room. Continue reading ‘Rubber Maid for Service’
