I drove home still in a warm afterglow from that excellent milking. I realized that there was something very appealing to my submissive side about being milked like that on my hands on knees. It brought a smile to my face as I pulled into my driveway. I walked into the house with my briefcase turned toward me so my wife didn't see the "got milk?" bumper sticker. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek in the kitchen and headed for the bedroom to change clothes and complete the chore that Lauren had assigned me.
"You smell vaguely like perfume," my wife said.
"Must be that new girl at work," I replied "she seems to wear too much and she was in my office today." It was the best I could think of on the spot and hoped it fooled her. I made a mental note to ask Lauren and Jen to ease up on the perfume.
Before I could get out of the kitchen my wife said "Not sure why this just popped into my head, but that nice girl, Lauren, from next door called a short while ago."
"Oh, what did she want?" I asked, my mind racing through the possible reasons why she would call our house!
"She and her friend, Jen, are trying to raise money for college next year. They have started a little business doing light house keeping and asked if I could use their help on a part-time basis" my wife replied.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"Well, she's such a sweet young thing, so polite and all, I just couldn't say no. Besides, you wouldn't believe how mature she sounds on the phone now, very business-like and sure of herself" my wife continued. "I know all about that!" I was thinking to myself. "So, I hired her and her friend Jen to come over once a week and do the floors, dusting and laundry primarily. They start this Saturday. They call their business the L
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