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I pulled my short cape a little closer to my form as I walked down a hallway that continued to be drafty even after I had three different contractors here to try and find the problem. They didn't find anything, but as it got colder outside, this draft has become unacceptable. I am going to let Mom and Dad know that I would be making an appointment with a window installer to have all the windows replaced along this hallway. That might fix the issue, or they may find something in the aging structure that would explain this. I turned the corner and walked down another hallway that seemed to have less air whipping against my clothing. I suddenly had sympathy for our staff who had to walk along these drafty hallways more than we did. But this has always been an issue so we made sure that their outfits during this time of the year were more protective. We made available more traditional and old-fashioned maid outfits and what was once worn by butlers. Some of the male maids wea...

I had this over at my Tumblr, yes I'm still cleaning that thing out. I was posting there for over five years. I have a lot of stuff to sort through, save over to my other blog or here if it's a story I missed, and understand that it's ok to delete the rest.  So this girl. Why am I posting a photo on my story blog? Well she has to do with a story that I should write and have it be in my collection The Stories Of Maids that I have to get back to.  Either way, she's the pregnant maid. I had remembered this drawing and thought fondly of it, but I seemed to have forgotten the fact that she was pregnant. And as I'm thinking of moving her over to the other blog, I realized that this is something that could happen in my maid stories. I'm not saying that it happened a lot, but humans make mistakes or 'get lucky' some times. Or it could have been a planed thing for a number of reason, so she should get her own story if not a few on the subject.  ...

Hanna, one of my husband's daughters was sitting at the table carefully eating her lunch as she leafed through  The  Book. Once in a while, her hand would find its way to one of her breasts where she would squeeze it for a moment or two before turning the page.  "Who is this tall redhead in the old fashioned outfit?" she asked as she held up a photo to look at more closely. Al leaned over to have a look at it also.  “That shouldn’t be in the book,” Al said as he pulled the picture from his sister's fingers. “Which one dear?” I asked as I now looked in his direction. He pushes back his chair to stand and walk over to show me. I look down, and I see him when he was seventeen. About seven years ago, when he liked trying out some of the uniforms. He was bent over at the waist, with his hand and face pressed against a wall as a man in a white dress shirt and slacks stood behind as they fucked. From what little you could see of his eyes, from his longish h...

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I just caught the girls with a maid I didn’t recognize. I hope they didn’t sneak another one of their boy toys into the house. I told them that playing with stray boys isn’t safe. The ones I pick to serve the household have been background checked and given a physical by our own family doctor. I’ll talk to them at dinner, I just don’t have the time right now.  === Yeah, this is very short. That is why I left it out the first time. But since I'm collecting them and most likly expand on some of them, it's here now. :)  ===

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I was walking back into my bedroom when I heard moaning coming from the direction of my bed. I knew Trisha, my dear wife, was in the sunroom. I just left her there getting her pussy licked by one of the male maids. My boys had their rooms to entertain in, and the girls weren’t even at home today. They went into town for a number of errands I was told when we had breakfast this morning. So that only left one real possibility. I walked through my sitting area and peaked around the curtain separating both spaces. My eyes fell on Kasandra and Ellen as they rolled around in a bed that they were suppose to be changing the sheets of. “Earl Renmont. Earl Renmont, Earl Renmont,” they moaned over and over again as they rubbed against each other and into the wet spots I created with my wife and the maid that woke us both up this morning. I watched as they worked their breasts free. As their skirts were lifted out of the way and one pair of panties was tossed aside. They kissed each o...