’ ‘You made dinner?’ ‘Well… I tried. I thought I’d surprise you and for some strange reason I thought I was this master chef before we got... married. Then I got started and realized I only know how to make mac ‘n cheese.’ He grinned sheepishly. ‘Oh dear,’ Milly said, entering the kitchen. It looked like he was halfway done cleaning up a rather large disaster. She had to stifle a laugh. ‘Don’t worry about the mess,’ he went on, heading back to clean. ‘You just go and relax, I’ll have this place. One hand runs up my thigh toward my cunt, she gently rubs her thumb over it, panties still on. I am so eager for her to touch me, I thrust myself forward more. She pulls my skirt up higher and removes my panties. She spreads my legs again and touches my wetness. She lowers her head and begins to lick and suck my clit. I moan in ecstasy, this is what I have been waiting for, but she teases me, and takes it slow. She puts two fingers inside me as she eats me, I can hear the lapping of her mouth.. She cleans my – I mean our house – on Wednesday mornings and the Mathieson’s house down the road in the afternoons as she loves cleaning but is sick of hairdressing. She only does hairdressing to get out of the house and away from Buster her moaning husband.’ Kirsty looked at him through greatly narrowed eyes: ‘Merrick, I’m finding this hard to believe. It is impossible that a Mrs Mop, the person you have described, can exist. Should you not admit to me that you have gone over the top a tad?’. I’ll look forward to doing battle with you again in the future, but until that time we cannot make small talk. You must get going to the house of the elder!’ ‘Wait, what?’ Ken was confused, he wondered what was going on. ‘Master, Now?’ Ken didn’t wait for Jean to reply, instead he raced out of the door anxiously. He ran as fast as fast as his legs could take, even more than that, he knew if the elder wanted a private conversation with him it was going to be important. He nearly flew as he.