The next morning

You wake up very suddenly, with a strong feeling that you have been completely out for a long time and that you are more rested than you have been... Well, in months, certainly. You are also immediately aware that you are in Ms Stevens' house, in the spare... No, this does not feel like a spare bedroom for some reason. A moment later you realise why - a combination of warmth where you are not, smell and general feeling of presence, you know that Ms Stevens was in the same bed until very recently. Your guess is confirmed moments later when you hear soft steps and open your eyes for the first time since waking to see Ms Stevens walk in.

She is wearing a robe (without too much underneath it, you suspect) and carrying two mugs. She grins at you seeing you are coming back to your senses... And indeed your memories, as the events of last night begin to take shape. After the wonderful (and very naked as far as you were concerned) meal you have chatted for a while before Ms Stevens offered to show you the upstairs of the house. When you expressed your amazement with her bath (which deserved every bit of it), the kind hostess promptly invited you to experience it and soon the conversation continued in hot water under a layer of foam. You seem to recall that your logic was that if you shared a bath, you can also share a bed... "... you turned off the moment you touched the pillow", Ms Stevens completes your recollection. "I had to take care of myself", she adds with a smirk causing you to blush hotly. You are not sure if you are more embarrassed of the whole sex-with-your-boss on the cards situation or the fact you fell asleep instead of performing it. "Don't worry, I did say sleeping over meant just that...", the woman says, seemingly reading your mind yet again, "... so you do not need to feel obliged..."

You interrupt her. "I can catch up now. It looks like we still have plenty of time", you say, raising yourself on your knees on the bed, letting the duvet fall exposing your body once again. Ms Stevens (or Rita, rather) did not seem to expect that... But she does not hesitate for long. She sets both mugs down on the dresses and sits on a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed and hikes up her robe. "Yes, plenty, it's just past six" she replies as she watches you make your way across the bed to her. Before you can get down to business, however, she passes you a vibrator (making you wonder if this is the one she used to "take care of herself" last night)... But a moment later she gently but firmly pulls your head towards her mound, making it clear the vibrator is for yourself.

You are not a morning person in that sense, but today you are more than happy to do so. You actually have to slow down a few times to make sure you are not finished before your boss is, but fortunately Rita does not seem to belong to the category of women who need excessive stimulation. Much like yourself, in fact. Before you need to apply your best tongue game for too long, you feel her thighs starting to press into the sides of your head and you accelerate the movements of both your tongue and your hand...

Before either of you can catch your breath and with your head still between your boss's legs, the door opens and a head pokes in most unceremoniously. "Breakfast's almost ready, lovebirds", Liz announces. Ms Stevens does not seem especially annoyed by her maid's behaviour, but then she is actually practically covered with your head blocking the view of her exposed parts, while you are the one on all fours with your bare nether parts high in the air and your back arched to reach the good angle for further view enhancement. Although the last few days have changed your perspective somewhat, you still feel an acute sting of humiliation and try to give yourself a slightly more presentable angle. Both other women giggle at your efforts (albeit not in a way that would leave you offended) but Ms Stevens pulls her robe together too.

"We'll be a minute", she says.