Ellie came and sat on my lap. By now, I’d removed the last of my clothing, so I could almost impale her on my shaft. She wiggled around, trying to d...o exactly that.Jillian watched everything going on like a lizard with each eye moving to focus on some other event in her vicinity.I whispered to Ellie that she should take Ethan inside and turn on the large screen TV and hit the Play button on the DVD player. She did just that. The two of them went inside to get some refreshments and check. .I had a few days off from work so I decided to take on some projects that I haven't had time to work on. I had purchased a replacement faucet for the kitchen sink some time ago but just never got around to installing the new hardware, I cleaned all the junk out from the cabinet below the faucet and as always happens discovered I needed a new tool to remove the old nuts. Another trip to the local home improvement store.I could spend hours in this store, and have many times. Having a house. The air felt good, so I undid a few more buttons and opened my shirt wider, letting the air caress the edges of my nipples. I was grateful that my fellow passenger couldn’t see my breasts as they bobbed along to the rhythmic beat of the train. Thoughts of the day started to creep into my mind and the more I stewed, the more pissed I got with Robinson. I mean who the hell did he think he was? He knew I was desperate to keep this job and was exploiting me for all he could. Then there were his. "I obediently walked to him and before I knew it he had spun me aroundand bent me over the love seat in the living room.He said, "I have this itch that only a sissy slut bimbo can handle" andI could feel him unzip the crotch of my panties and knew what that itchwas.I said, "But Master Jason, I have chores to do."To which he replied, "So do I, so I'll try to be quick, but I can'tguarantee anything. It's been a while since the Robertson's had agenuine sexy little sissy slut bimbo maid. I think.