Better than expected

You're pretty impressed that Bianca hasn't complained about your not helping with the unpacking. There's certainly enough work to do. You up the ante by flipping on the TV, which is currently crudely stacked on a bunch of boxes. You turn the channel to find a sports game and find yourself quickly engrossed. Before you know it, you've finished your beer. "Care for another beer, John?" Bianca calls over noticing your empty glass. Not only did she not complain, but she also asked if you'd wanted another beer!

"No thanks. Aren't you mad that I'm not helping with the unpacking?" You ask. "On the contrary!" Bianca exclaims. "I'm so happy to do this for you so you can rest and focus on the things you want to do." You blink. Bianca reads the confusion on your face and comes over to you. "John, I know this is so new to you. You're not used to being a Whittman yet, or what that really means. May I sit for a minute?"

"Of course." You say. Bianca sits down next to you at a 90 degree angle and slips her legs over yours, holding your hand and looking at you. "John, doing what you did is your right as a man. That's the Whittmen philosophy. As a Whittwoman, it is my pleasure that I can serve you in that way. You can ask anything of me, Master. Provided it is safe. I will gladly cook any meal, perform any domestic task, and perform any sexual act." Bianca takes your hand and places it on her leg. She guides your hand to roam up to her pussy, before placing it back on her leg.

"But I must be honest with you, John." Bianca begins and looks away. It's unlike her, which brings your attention to a sharp, serious focus. "I don't want to serve you because you're a Whittman." Hearing the first sentence crushes your heart. "I don't want to be with you because you're a Single Whittman." You feel your face turn sour. Bianca turns her face up to you. You can see she's crying. "I want to be your wife and to serve you because I love you." Bianca says. "When...what..?" You stutter. "Like I said earlier, it was when you stood up to Wayne. I fell for you so hard. I'm so sorry that I'm being so selfish."

"Oh Bianca..." You say. You wrap your arms around the beauty and place her head on your shoulder. You slide your hand gently across her legs, up her stomach and over her right breast to reach her face. You gently wipe away the tear with your thumb and kiss her cheek. Before anything can get too heated, the doorbell rings along with a knock on the door. You audibly groan as you want to comfort your loving woman, getting up reluctantly to open the door.