Millie's

Despite her snobbiness, you do still like Millie, and she likes you. You sigh, and offer Ella a silent apology as you turn to make Millie's cup of tea. You swiftly fix one up, and bring it over, sitting down next to her as she takes a sip.

"Perfect." She comments. "Joe, if I still hired maids, I'd definitely want you to be one." You don't really know how to respond to that, or if Millie is joking, so you nervously laugh. Millie shoots you an offended look.

"I'm serious!" She adds, "Although I haven't had a servant for years now. Not since I was younger and lived with my parents. We had some VERY cute servants working for us..."

You gradually zone out of Millie's talking, and your eyes casually drift towards her clevage poking out of her cream dress. You begin to imagine sticking your head inbetween her big firm boobs, motorboating away as you squeeze her ass and finger her-

"Joe?" You quickly snap your eyes back to Millie, whose expression is hard to read. She must have seen you staring and you turn red. "Did you hear what I just said?" You shakd your head, embarrassed.

"I was telling you about Matthew, my cute servant." Millie sighs as her gaze drifts away. "God I miss his touch..."

You sort of just sit there feeling very awkward and uncomfortable, until you hear Millie add "You remind me of him, actually sweetie."