(Thanks again to ET, PennLady and Meg. This is the thrilling finale...at least for now....stay tuned for more and give me your comments if you do want more chapters. )
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"We understand," Mary said. Mark nodded as well.
Maureen got up and slipped her robe back on. "What happened to the last housekeeper?"
"We don't know. We think she was having an affair with the delivery driver. She was sick a lot too. The funny thing is that she had the same tattoo that you do and she wore the same type of jewelry."
Maureen frowned. So she wasn't the first slave brought into this family. "I've got to get some sleep. Mary...get to your room before you get in trouble. I'll see you both in the morning," Maureen said and then left the room.
She quietly made her way through the house. There was no sign of John and she was pretty sure that he hadn't been to her room. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with the twins. She also needed to talk to Mary about birth control. It wouldn't do to have her pregnant. No. That wouldn't do at all.
The next morning, Maureen was awakened by her door clicking shut. Groggily, she looked over at the alarm clock. It was only five o'clock. The covers were pulled back, revealing her luscious, naked body. John had come in. This was a first. Maureen moaned as she felt his tongue between her legs. He was eating her out for the first time. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer. He was good. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed this. Oral sex was a daily occurrence with Amanda and the other girls during her training. Just as she was bout to cum, he pulled away. Maureen opened her eyes looking up at John as he entered her. This was definitely the way to wake up in the morning. The sex was rough and quick. He pulled out of her after a few minutes and shot his load on her stomach.
"We're having a guest for dinner," he said fastening his pants. "I want you looking your best and I want this house spotless. I have tonight's menu and your instructions posted on the fridge," he finished and then got up and left.
A guest? Maureen wondered who on earth would be coming over. Nobody called the house line, and the twins rarely talked about anyone outside of the house. As she stepped into the shower, Maureen tried to imagine who would be coming over and if it would be a chance to contact the outside world and her parents.
The house was empty by the time Maureen left her chambers. She checked the menu that John had left her. It was easy enough. Steak and shrimp with salad and ice cream for desert. Maureen spent the rest of the day cleaning the house. She cleaned and tidied up every inch of the house except for her master's office.
By the time five o'clock came, the dinner was almost done and she was dressed in her most professional outfit. It wasn't as revealing as most of the other clothes that she had. It was a medium length black dress. With her apron on, she looked almost like a maid from Victorian England.
The twins came in around five thirty and immediately went upstairs to get changed. Maureen grabbed Mary as she was heading up the stairs.
"Who's coming to dinner and why are you kids changing?" she asked.
"Oh...You don't know?" Mary said disbelievingly.
"No," Maureen said simply.
"Katy is coming over," Mary said.
"Who's Katy?" Maureen asked.
"Dad's fiancée," Mary answered, and then ran up the stairs.
He's engaged? Maureen's first thought was that John was an asshole. He had fucked her and thus cheated on his fiancé only this morning. Maureen almost laughed out loud at that thought. A man that kept a real slave couldn't be anything less than an asshole anyway. Maureen found herself getting angrier and angrier the more she thought about it. Was she jealous? That thought was even more absurd.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Maureen hurried out to greet the guest. Katy wasn't quite what Maureen was expecting. She was shorter than Maureen and had shoulder length, curly blonde hair. She was petite, but sported a pair of impressive breasts that jutted out from her small frame. Maureen could tell just from looking at her, that Katy had a sour disposition. This could be a long evening.
"I hope dinner's ready Maureen?" John asked.
"Yes sir, it is," Maureen responded taking John and Katy's jackets and hanging them on the rack by the door.
"Are the kids ready for dinner?" he asked next.
"Yes sir, they are," Maureen responded. "Should I call them down?"
"Yes. Thank you," John answered, leading Katy down the hall towards the dining room.
"She's much better mannered than your previous help John, although she's a little on the fat side," Katy said to John, not caring one bit if Maureen could hear her or not. "Are you sure you want to have that lack of discipline modeled in front of the twins? She must cost you a fortune in food."
They continued down the hall until their conversation became a faint hum. Maureen was livid. "Fat?" she said under her breath. "That anorexic, stuck up bitch is calling me fat?"
Maureen didn't hear Mary and Mark come down the stairs.
"Yes. Isn't our future mother lovely?" Mary said sarcastically as she sauntered past Maureen.
Mark just looked at Maureen and shook his head. "Don't listen to her," he said as his eyes drifted down to Maureen's chest.
Taking a deep breath, Maureen headed into the kitchen to start serving dinner. The dinner was a smashing success. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, with the exception of Katy. She made a point of complaining about every last thing. Maureen found it funny, though that Katy ate every last thing on her plate. What did John see in this little bitch? Sure she was beautiful, sitting there in her little red dress. She would make the perfect little trophy wife, but she didn't know how John could stand to be with her for more than five minutes.
After dinner, the twins excused themselves to go start on their homework and John and Katy walked out onto the back deck. Maureen cleared the table and started cleaning up in the kitchen. She made her way to the deck with two glasses of wine that John had requested.
When she walked out onto the deck she found John and Katy in a deep passionate embrace. Maureen cleared her throat and offered the wine to them. Katy actually snarled at Maureen for interrupting them. John found this amusing and chuckled to himself and then dismissed Maureen.
Maureen was fuming by the time she got back to the kitchen. She actually hated this little woman. She hated her more than she hated Amanda back at the training hall. In a perfect world, Katy would be the one marked as a slave and scrubbing the pots and pans, while Maureen would be out on the deck making out with John sipping wine. Her head was spinning. Shouldn't she be hating John more? He was the slave master after all. Katy was just a garden variety gold digger, who was spoiled rotten and Maureen was more angry and confused than usual.
When she was finished cleaning up, Maureen headed back to her room. She could hear Katy giggling like a school girl out on the back deck. She knew that she should probably check in on the twins but she wasn't in the mood. They were probably getting it on with each other again anyway. Maureen was the fifth wheel in this house anymore.
"Well what do you expect you dumbass," Maureen said to herself as she unfastened her bra back in her bed chamber. "You're a fucking slave." She laughed out loud. "You are a fucking mess girl," She said to her reflection.
