I'd been the family's nanny four days. Like Mrs. Anderson had said, I grabbed Jerry's tablet when everybody was away from home. I looked up the instructions on a website, and copied his internet history to my phone. I put the tablet back and smiled, knowing I'd done something right. I'd watch the videos and see what he really liked, so I'd finally be able to sleep with him! It would make my boss Mrs. Anderson happy, and I'd get some sex!
I was very surprised when I watched some of Jerry's porn favorites that night. All the videos had nearly naked women in high heels ordering people to do things. I thought it was really hot when a girl would stand over somebody sitting on the floor and tell them to lick her pussy, kiss her shoes, or lick her toes! The pushy one or 'mistress' was always a woman, but some of the ones they ordered around were women too. I masturbated as I imagined pulling Jerry's short dark hair and making him lick me. I finished quick, then imagined how it would feel to make him watch while his wife sucked my boobs. I went off like never had before!
I worked for them, though. There was no way that would ever happen. If I tried telling Jerry what to do I'd probably get fired!
I wondered what it would be like if Mrs. Anderson stood over me and pulled my hair, like in a lot of the videos. I didn't think I'd like it. If Jerry ordered me around like that it might be okay, but I thought I'd much rather do it to him.
I looked at the clock and realized I forgot to do the laundry. It was already 9pm, but if I didn't do it Mrs. Anderson might be mad. I sighed and got dressed, then took care of it before I went back to bed.
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Two weeks after Chloe started, I stopped at the antique shop on Tuesday afternoon. Instead of going overboard with a dozen roses, I brought Emily a single pink carnation. We flirted a little and discussed the Aubrey-Maturin book series, which the movie Master and Commander was based on. I loved it and had read the whole twenty-book series twice, but she was only on book eleven.
I asked her, "How do you make a pirate furious?"
"How?"
"Take away the 'P'."
"Pirate... Irate! Hahahaha!" We chuckled and she asked, "Why don't sailors like travelling on twisty roads?"
"Why?"
"S'curvy!"