I think she is a bit too dedicated but that is just me. I too return to my work and try to focus on my own tasks and not on her lest I displease my bo...ss. As the end of the day approaches I once again find myself watching her and waiting, looking for that delicate smile or a twinkling of her eyes as recognition. The smile on her face as she leaves masks a slight headache and sadness. No, not sadness, perhaps maybe missing something that she doesn’t yet realize. I finish my own work and change. She always tells me where to go and how to act." You think that's bad, try growing up with her looking over your shoulder. I guarantee it doesn't make for a happy childhood."Now it was Myrna's turn to glare at us. We looked her right in the eye, grinned, and ran for the dining room. We were still grinning at each other when two plonks sounded. She had hit both of us on the head with a skillet. We both went down laughing and rolled over. We laid there looking up at her standing over us with one. "Oh, the cleaning ladies are here. Excuse me, I need to speak withthe girls for just a minute," and then Tracee walked over to us. "Iam sorry about this. I had no idea George would be here and we have aserious matter to take care of," she said in a low voice. "Fabiola,can you please take Roseline with you and start your usual cleaningwork. You can show her what to do," she said looking at me. "It?simportant that George think you are both here to clean." With thatshe turned around and. She was so into it, she didn’t even bother taking my shorts and boxers off separately and instead pulled them both down at the same time. She stood up, took a step back and stood there looking naughty as hell for a few seconds before she said “you like?” instead of answering I just slowly raised my hand until it was on her waist and slowly slid it down her hip and across her thigh teasing the very edge of her pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall moving a little towards my hand.