Sandra Casually Visiting His Home

By this point, things had reached a sort of equilibrium with Sandra and Paige. She had grown more comfortable with my **** then I'd ever expected. As an example, one day I found them together in my apartment after work. I hadn't invited Sandra over or anything. I simply walked into my kitchen and found them together cooking.

Paige was dressed in the skimpy maid dress outfit she wore during the day, or other times she was allowed to be clothed. Sandra, meanwhile, had come in shorts and a T-shirt, but had an apron over it.

"Martin. It took you long enough. I was hoping to test the brownies on you before they were totally finished." My girlfriend said with a wave.

"Paige, why are you letting strangers into my house?" I said flatly. Sandra made silent protests, but Paige just giggled into her palm.

"She was very insistent, Master."She said. "I've been teaching her how to cook."

"I've been improved!" Sandra interjected.

"Well, if you say so." I broke my stoic expression and went to the dinner table to loosen my tie and do something with my laptop bag. "I don't think I've ever had any of your cooking before, Sandra. We normally just go to a restaurant."

"There is a reason for that, Master." Paige said softly.

"Hey now, don't say that. I'm doing great." Sandra protested. She gave my **** a little pinch on the rear in punishment. Paige couldn't help letting out an adorable squeak.

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