The back door

Your closer to the back door so you limp around to it.

You go to knock but discover it is already open and you go in.

Your in the kitchen and you find an old cloth on the table you limp to the sink and turn the top on.

After a few minutes of rusty water the pipes run clean and you rince the cloth out.

You then sat on a chair and you the cloth to wash your ankle.

It feels a little better so you wrap your ankle in the damp cloth and sit back to rest.

You close your eyes and with out realising it you fall asleep.

You hear the ticking of a very loud clock you hear children playing and you can smell fresh baked bread and roasting meat.

You open your eyes the kitchen is clean and there is a fire in the oven.

You look down at yourself your dressed in a maids outfit. A short white skirt and a white apron, flet sensable shoes and your hair is in a bun on top of your head.

Then a midle aged man entered the kitchen he smiled at you and asked how long before dinner was ready. Strange thing he called you Angella and thats not your name.

Even so you got up and checked on the food in the oven.

You had to bend over to see in side the oven and then you felt his hand rub you butt and then come under your skirt to feel your pussy.

Then yoou hear a woman clear her throat.

A middle aged woman is standing in the door and she asked how long before the meal was ready.