Every Need?

Cassandra cocked an eyebrow as we set aside her suitcases. "Every need, huh?" she asked drinking in my form.

"Yes, ma'am. I was specifically told not to disobey any command given. If I do, I will be punished harshly," I responded.

It took a bit longer for her to process that information than I wanted. Neither of the twins were stupid, as I said, Cassandra was a chef, and she had completely aced her calculus classes she took for fun as well as the chemistry classes she took for practicality. Apollo had wanted to be a football player right up until his first concussion. His real passion was books and philosophy, and was worried that those concussions would ruin that side of him, so he quit football and is currently trying to become a philosophy teacher.

But, I figured that just meant she was more arguing with herself about the ethics of the situation. Eventually, she proposed a test. "Lift up your skirt," she ordered.

Wordlessly, I took the hem of my maid uniform and lifted it to show my daughter my naked, wet pussy. "That's quite the cute little pussy, you have there, Lillian," she complimented, her brain trying to argue she was married and her wife would probably be upset about this whole situation.

"Thank you, Miss Cassandra. I am glad it pleases you," I said.

Almost convinced, her nose glistening her arousal. "You're welcome," she said. She had been on the road for four hours and I know she hadn't had any sex for at least a couple weeks. Cassandra was a bit of a car nut, too. More so than her brother, and had managed to buy herself a lovely red 1977 Aston Martin V8 Vantage as her very first car. (She was a very skilled chef. She was going to go to school, but ended up impressing a high class chef so much, he gave her a $500,000 scholarship and signing bonus. So, now, while training, she is also the head chef at one of those restaurants and the owner said that when she's done with her training, that restaurant would be hers to do with what she wanted.) And driving that car always got her own motor running, too. (She also bought a newer V8 Vantage as well for her wife.)

So, as she stood there, eyes glued to my pussy, I had a pretty good idea just how horny she already was when she entered the house. Now, that horniness was winning. "Alright. Now, come here and unzip my pants," she commanded and I obeyed. "Good girl. Why don't you get on you knees and give me a blow job."

Without a word, I just smiled and knelt, fishing out her penis with white gloved hands. Giving her cock a few strokes, I gave it's length a few good licks before sliding it into my mouth. "Oh, fuck! That feels good. Kelly is going to kill me, but I have so much pent up sexual energy," she groaned as I bobbed my head up and down on her cock.