No

I just shook my head unsure if I could speak and she looked disappointed. This bitch is sitting on me, while I’m naked on her kitchen floor and she’s disappointed that I won’t beg her to orgasm. Fuck it, I guess that’s as close as I’m going to get to a win in this situation.

She pulled back and let go of my arms. She crouched back up off of me and I tried to breath and calm myself, but she then stared intently at my crotch and I knew I just had to let her.

“You’re very wet. I imagine you were pretty close.”

No shit, Sherlock.

I know she’s trying to embarrass me by making these comments about my arousal and making me aware she feels comfortable not only stripping me but critiquing and commenting on my naked body after forcing me to masturbate.

I just shook my head again and she sighed.

She pulled the sponge and bucket back to me and I just rolled over. I started sponging my own sweat, and a particularly wet area off I’d rather not go into detail about. I knew everything was jiggling and I knew to keep my knees spread. She watched me again from a chair which she pulled up right behind me, but I wasn’t going to let it get to me.

She must have not liked that I was just putting up with it, as she then started taking her big toe and rubbing it against my lower thigh. I assumed she meant I wasn’t spreading my legs enough, so I spread them further, going even lower to the ground. Apparently that wasn’t it as she started to work the toe up further and pretty soon, she’d found wetness. I moaned as she rubbed and almost put my hands in front of my face as if I could somehow catch it and she wouldn’t be able to hear.

“So is being kept naked and doing housework what gets you going?”

No, it’s being left on the verge of cumming, you stupid bitch.

Of course, I couldn’t actually say that, so she just kept raising her toe higher and higher. I tried to keep it together, or I guess apart, since I was so tempted to close my legs. I closed my eyes and scrubbed blindly just trying to finish. I couldn’t get it done in time. She hit lip, I shrieked, and I shot forward. I couldn’t help it.

I turned over to face her afraid of what she was about to do, but she didn’t leave the chair.

“Not so tough, are you?”

What exactly did she think was going to be my reaction to her trying to toe my pussy?

I swallowed down all my emotion and just nodded meekly. I figured letting her win was the quickest way to defuse any situation. When she didn’t do anything else I just turned over and started scrubbing again.

“This is a real career opportunity for you. I can think of lots of guys and a few girls who would pay big bucks to let you clean their houses in the buff. So let’s just call this an internship. Any time you need to explain where you are or why you haven’t been around just tell people you’re an intern.”

An internship in what exactly? Being a naked ****?

I just nodded again and finally finished scrubbing. She got up grabbed her purse and I went to the bag of clothes to put on one of her slut uniforms, but she picked it up. I realized I was leaving naked, and probably going to have to sneak into my house naked too. I stared at my bare feet and did my best to just follow her and not piss her off.