I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t being sent home without pay.I only work a couple of small jobs in addition to this one but for 30 hours, I bring home close to $700 plus whatever Master William slips us.I went back to my task of the grocery list and a few moments later Master William popped his head through the door asking “Is my dear wife gone yet?”I murmured that she was as I stood; yet he motioned for me to remain seated.I said “thank you Master Joneston” and he ****ed his head and looked at me saying, “you know I like being called Willie, so please don’t be so formal with me.”He put his arm around my shoulders and with one hand lifted my hand to his crotch.This is an unspoken bonus that I get enjoy.Master said “he likes being Willie too and gave me a wink.”
For being in his 70s, Master Joneston has stayed in very good physical condition.He isn’t quite as muscular as he once was, but one can tell by the definition of his shoulders and slim waist, he really cut a dashing figure back in his prime.While I presume, he gets some help from the little blue pill, one can’t argue the strength and sense of purpose his **** strikes, when all 7” of it is standing tall.Once a week, I slip out to the garage where Willie has retired to and we sit and talk and explore each other.I mentioned that he likes that the help wears skirts and often I’ll catch him standing right beneath me as I’m on the stool washing the transom windows above the doors or dusting the crown molding along the ceilings.I don’t know what he does for the cook or the nurse who brings their medicine to them at the prescribed hour.He has said on more than one occasion that the most enduring foible of his wife’s is the dress code she has inflicted on the help.Our little trysts generally entail me standing in front of him while he runs his hands up my skirt.He always coos a little bit when he gets to the top of my stockings, slips his fingers beneath the straps of my garter belt and caresses my baby smooth thighs.His touch always prompts me to go hard and if he works his fingers under the leg band of my panties and teases around my love spot, ill sometimes even start dribbling a little cum into the front of my panties.After which I’ll kneel down in front of him and slide his trousers down off his hips, slip down his boxers and begin working on his manhood.
When I first interviewed, I put what seemed like HOURS into my presentation so there would be no way I wouldn’t pass.It really wasn’t long after getting hired that Master Joneston came to me in the pantry and confronted me.“I know your secret, if it is indeed a secret.I think you do a magnificent job of presenting.You have nothing to worry about with me, and my wife really won’t care either as long as you don’t flaunt it or act too brazenly.”
As I went about my day, Mistress Joneston came to me and instructed me that she and the Master would be leaving for a couple of hours and could be reached at the number in the kitchen should an emergency present itself.I breathed a small sigh of relief that she wouldn’t be tailing me through the house and I could have a small emotional respite.I certainly wasn’t going to let my guard down though.
