Saturday

On Sunday, you will have several friends over for lunch and dinner, a long time planned occasion, and there is no time to dwell at what happened yesterday evening or, in fact, during the last days. Despite having Blanche as a helper in the house, there are still quite a few things to prepare and to organize the whole Saturday, so you find yourself way to busy to slip away into daydreams.

Or, let's say, almost.

Between writing a shopping list for Blanche and driving to the city center to get a haircut, you still have flashes of daydreams in your head, and all of those center around you being the housemaid, not Blanche. One of those short sequences deals with you, the maid, arranging the plates on the table, when your husband... no, the Master of the house, who still looks like Dave, walks into the room, and announces, that it will be your duty to service all of his five friends who are invited tonight. His tone leaves no doubt what exactly he means with "service". "Yes, Master, of course", you mumble submissively... and snap out of the daydream.

You sigh and **** yourself to concentrate on the tasks ahead. Luckily, once your friends arrive, those irritating erotic phantasies stop.

It turns out to be a pleasant afternoon and evening. All of you eat what Blanche has prepared, and once more you applaud yourself silently for hiring her, because her cooking is really perfect, and everybody compliments you for being such excellent hosts. There are a few friends who don't have a "Happy Maid" yet, and most of them soon announce that they will hire a maid on Monday, because... well because what's there to say against a clean house, great food and more time for yourself?

The evening carries on, there is music and laughter and happy faces everywhere, and as you sit in one of the sofas, taking a break from chatting and "being a good host", suddenly your mind drifts off into that strange daydream mode again.

You imagine yourself as the housemaid, but in a rather strange kind of uniform, which leaves your ass and your boobs naked, serving drinks and snacks to the guests, and everyone is just as busy snatching the stuff from your trays as they are busy touching and fondling you while doing that. You giggle and enjoy the attention, until you feel a firm hand lasting on your right butt cheeck far longer than the others. You turn around, and look into Dave's face. "You are a truly tremendous maid", he compliments you, and you blush, his hand still planted on your behind. Then he leans in closer. "I think it's time to reward you for your service and give you the good fucking you deserve", he whispers, and you blush and giggle. "But Master Dave!", you exclaim, and cast him a seductive glance. Then your hand reaches out for his cock under the pants. "Don't you want me to suck you first, Master Dave?", you ask and drop down to your knees and...

"What... what are you doing?", asks somebody.

You blink, try to remember where you are, and also _who _you are, and find yourself kneeling on the floor of the living room, one hand carressing your left breast, the other fumbling under your skirt between your legs. Your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks burning. As quick as you can, you rise and straighten your clothes.

"Sorry", you stammer, and hurry out of the room. You don't even know who it was that was just talking to you. You run upstairs, into the bedroom, close the door, and lean yourself against it, breathing heavily. Your mind is racing, your head is spinning.

What is going on? Are you losing your mind?