David Crane

The family maid

CHAPTER ONE

When Jonathon Wintergreen returned to his Bellevue mansion after interviewing the job applicants, he found his daughter drinking whisky in the kitchen. His daughter had peculiar tastes, he thought. He didn't mind her drinking whisky, but he couldn't understand why she sat in the kitchen instead of the study or library, or why she chose to wear ragged jeans instead of her elegant clothes. But, he had given up trying to bridge the generation gap and he said, "Hello, Amanda. Is your mother home?" "Yeah," the girl said.

"Where is she?"

"In the bedroom. She's rubbing her cunt with a vibrator."

"Oh," said Jonathon.

These were very wealthy society people and they said things like that.

Amanda wrinkled her nose, sipping Scotch, and said, "I think she got horny 'cause you were interviewing sexy young girls, Father. She was pacing around, looking excited, anyhow. You know how she looks when she's horny. You could almost see the steam rising from her crotch." Amanda giggled. "Anyhow, she said she was going up to vibrate her twat and that I should send you up as soon as you got home."

She shrugged and took a healthy slug of whisky.

Jonathan grinned. This situation suited him because he had indeed got stimulated during the interviews and had intended to screw his wife when he got home. The fact that she was also randy was all to the good.

He went up the broad marble staircase and down the open walkway with the white pillars; he walked into the master bedroom. He was a tall, lean, elegant man, very, aristocratic in both appearance and bearing, but that effect was confounded at the moment, because his cock had got hard and was sticking out of the front of his trousers, ruining the line of his well cut clothing. Amanda had been absolutely correct.

She was on the bed, her long, lean legs parted, leisurely pushing the; device up her pussy. The bed was a huge four poster, and the vibrator was a huge blunt instrument operated by batteries.