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angelique127

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Monique Von Goss was a thirty something, blonde, wealthy, recently widowed woman. She was also vain, spoiled, self centered if you will, but pretty with a slight dominate streak. When her late husband was alive he was quite passive which Monique exploited by bossing him around, he simply worshipped the ground she walked on. Now she was fortunate to have a young sweet maid to wait on her hand and foot. She took full advantage of her domestic servant, threatening to have her deported back to Russia or wherever she was from if she didn't listen.

And the list of her duties were endless. From serving a breakfast of poached eggs until preparing the evening bath and giving a manicure, the mistress demanded total devotion from her lowly servant.

Today, while sitting beside the pool and talking on the cell, Monique rang her little bell, summoning her properly uniformed maid...
 
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Veronica Hillia lived in America for four and a half years now. She was twenty-three years old, had long dirty blonde hair, dark green eyes, and a killer hour glass frame. For a girl like her, she should have been able to get a job anywhere. Sadly, not many people were hiring. When Mrs. Goss offered to hire her as a maid a few months ago, she quickly agreed. Takinf on the job if being this womens maid.

lt wasn't a bad job. lt wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. And Monique kept it... interesting. Making sure Veronica always had something to do. Of course, not all of those things were really... proper, but she wasn't going to tell her no! Nope. Not when she kept threatening to have her deported. lt was easier to just do what she wanted when she wanted it.... No matter how bad or degrading it might be.

While Veronica was watering the plants outside, she heard a small bell. Something Monique used when she needed her. With a sigh, she placed the watering pot down and wiped her hands on the skirt of her uniform. Veronica wore the usually maid uniform, but it showed quite a lot more. The top was cut low, showing off a large amount of her cleavage. The black skirt was also short, showing off her long leg, which at the moment had a pair of dark stockings covering them. It showed off even more when ever she bent over, like the garter belt that held her stockings in place and a white thong.

She walked over to where she sat by the pool, her 5'' heels making a loud 'click' when ever they hit the cement. "Yes ma'am. What can l do for you?" she asked as she placed her hands behind her back, sitting out her breasts. In the outfit she wore, it made her 36D tits look that much bigger.
 
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" Yes ma'am, what can I do for you ? " Veronica asked, looking properly attired. If anything was out of place, it could mean a mild form of punishment. Monique pushed her pair of sunglasses back into her thick head of hair.

" Oh, there you are...would you please pour me another glass of wine. And then, since my dear old hubby is no longer around, I need you to slather my body with some lotion. You may start at my shoulders, but first pin my hair up so as none of it gets in my hair and causes tangles. "

Veronica raised her eyebrows and blinked several times.

" What are you waiting for ? It's not like that hunky muscled pool boy is here to do it instead, although I would prefer him. " Monique insisted, impatiently...
 
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