For a long moment Sheila paused and
considered my request, then she put down the knife and walked out of the
kitchen. I had been sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar where we generally
ate dinner when alone. Her action surprised me so I continued sitting there as
I heard her moving through the house. I didn’t bother picking up the knife and
continuing with dinner preparations. That was her job. Mine was cleanup.
A minute later she was back without
her skirt, she was wearing panties however. At first I wasn’t sure what she was
doing but she had put on a thong that exposed most of her ass cheeks and let
her slave mark show. Sheila
normally didn’t wear thongs, she only had a couple of pairs that she wore for
certain special occasions where she had to dress up and needed that sor
