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“Come here,” Anna said. There was no response. “Come here. I am tired of this game,” Anna said in a voice that was equal parts anger and impatience. No response. “NOW!” Anna’s voice grew less patient with each sentence. Becca looked at Anna from across the room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how she dressed when she came to work at Becca’s house as a cleaning woman. Anna had asked on numerous occasions that she dress more formally – Becca’s house was a palace of glass and wood, and Anna’s clothing was in sharp contrast to the other housekeepers Becca had employed. Some of Becca’s friends had commented on Anna’s dress in the nine months since Anna had started working for her. Becca crossed the room and stood about four feet from where Anna was sitting on the couch. “What?” she said. Anna’s irritation grew. “Closer.” Becca took another step towards Anna. “What?” she repeated. Anna looked up at Becca. There was no question Becca was the definition of a trophy wife. Blonde hair elegantly maintained with curls that started at her shoulders. For an ordinary Friday morning and no plans for leaving the house at all, Becca was dressed well. A black skirt, knee length with a red belt that highlighted her narrow waist. A white blouse that clung tightly around her slim body, the top two buttons undone, showing a portion of her C-Cup breasts. The blouse was tight enough to show an erect nipple on her left breast. That and Becca’s breathing betrayed her. Becca was now within Anna’s arm length. Anna reached out and touched her the outside of thigh just Escort Çukurambar below the end of her skirt. Becca moved to pull away. “Stand still,” Anna demanded. Becca froze. Anna ran her hand up and down the outside of Becca‘s thigh slowly. The effect of Becca was electric. She pushed her thigh outward to increase the pressure of Anna’s hand. Her head fell back. Her entire body longed to be touched. A thought lingered – she was cheating on her husband. But he had been gone for four weeks. Becca was far too sexual a person to endure that length of an absence. Though she would not have admitted before Anna touched her, Becca had subconsciously been flirting with Anna for weeks. Becca had changed her attire – she went from frumpy jeans and t-shirts to more formal clothes. As the weeks progressed the buttons on her top receded – first one, then two buttons were left unbuttoned. Her tops become progressively tighter, the belts wider. On Tuesday Becca and Anna were in the large kitchen. Becca had reached into a bowl for an apple. Anna pretended to be reaching for another item on the counter, and her hand grazed Becca’s. When Anna pulled back her hand she let it rest on the top of Becca’s. The two stood silently with their hands touching for a moment. Becca’s face became flush, she inhaled slightly. Anna noticed both. Five minutes later Becca was in her bedroom, skirt pulled up to her waist, hands in her panties masturbating. She came three times in rapid succession before falling in exhaustion to the floor, oblivious to her own moans, and how demetevler escort easily Anna heard them. On Wednesday, her skirt was a little shorter than the day before. She was aware of her arousal well before Anna arrived, and was restless until Anna showed up an hour past the time she was supposed to start work. But there was no repeat of the hand touching of the day before. It was not for want of trying on Becca’s fault; she followed Anna around as much as she thought she could without being obvious. But Anna noticed, and had fun leaving a room shortly after Becca had entered. This served only to inflame Becca’s desire. The futile pursuit resulted in her being lost, and her judgement and boundaries diminished accordingly. Thursday was more of the same. Becca wore a dress, shorter still than the skirt she wore the day before. The dress was cinched at the waist, highlighting the narrowness of her waist and accenting her C cup breasts. She was more open in her pursuit of Anna. Though she still thought she was being discrete, in fact, she seldom was in a different room than Anna. She was more talkative as well. And yet for all of her pursuit, Anna displayed no interest. In fact, she had been cold and dismissive to Becca. Thursday brought a new Anna. She had forgotten the vacuum downstairs. She told Becca, “Go get it.” The affect was flat; it sounded when she said it as though she was talking to a child. Becca complied immediately. Later Anna settled on the couch in the den. As she reclined, she said, “Make me lunch.” Becca complied immediately. dikmen escort bayan The rest of the day was more of the same, but with each order, Becca became more demanding. “I asked you for a cup of coffee – why did it take so long?” At the end of the day, Anna got up and walked over to Becca. She stood so close to that Becca could feel Anna’s breath. She stood in front of Becca motionless for what seemed to Becca an eternity. She then put her arms around Becca, looked into Becca’s eyes and said, “You were a good girl today.” The impact on Becca was extraordinary. Hearing praise from Anna, looking into Anna’s pale blue eyes, smelling her, was almost too much. Within seconds of Anna closing the door behind her, Becca’s hand was on her pussy, her finger dancing up and down her inflamed clit. It did not take long: a series of climaxes followed. Which takes us to Friday, and to Becca standing in front of a seated Anna. Anna moved her left hand from the outside of her thigh to the inside. She started below her knee and very lightly brought two fingers up to the hem of her skirt. She repeated the motion several times; each time her fingers went further up Becca’s thigh. Though she barely realized she was doing it, Becca’s hand had found her left breast. She teased the already erect nipple through the silk material. Anna looked up at Becca and knew she had complete control over her. It would not be long, Anna thought, until Becca would be begging her to touch her again. Becca did not know what a submissive was at that moment, but she was already one. “Roll up your skirt,” Anna commanded. Becca complied. It was not easy, her skirt was tight and rolling it up could only be done carefully. Anna sighed with displeasure. “When I tell you to do something, I want it done immediately.” Becca tried to go faster. Eventually, her skirt was rolled up so it was even with her belt. Anna gazed at Becca.
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