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Chapter 24 by Whovianfapper3 Whovianfapper3

What’s for dinner?

An Education

When dinner was ready a bell rang, signaling you to go downstairs to eat. You decided to wear slacks and a belt with a button up shirt. Emma, obviously, would be naked.

“Nice to meet you” you said, greeting Zoë with a handshake. She wore a slim red dress that seemed to hug her curves perfectly, with the exception of her breasts which were exposed on purpose. Her husband likewise was naked. He was an attractive man, tall and fit and clean shaven everywhere but his head which sported wavy blond hair.

“Likewise.” Zoë replied. She seemed open and friendly, but with a degree of calculation and self control that showed just how good she really was.

You dined on steak, medium rare, and shared a bottle of wine that had aged 25 years in a barrel in her cellar. “Not the only thing that basement is good for.” She remarked slyly. The conversation wound on, eventually leading to why she’d visited in the first place.

“I’m not here to tell you how to run the place.” She said “our clients are different, the location is different, along with all sorts of other factors.”

“So why are you here?” You ask, slightly confused

“I do still want to give you some advice where I can, but mostly I’m here for fun.”

“Do you have any advice for me so far?”

“When I took over the West Coast house from our grandmother, she was disappointed that neither of my parents or their siblings were up to the task. They all ended up serving the house as slaves. Your parents included. So when I was bold enough to pass the test she was relentless in training me. I think I’ve been doing a good job, but I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t having too hard a time. Hell, I’m pretty sure i got a tougher training than most slaves do.”

“And this footage of your training, would it be in the archives?”

“Smart boy. Yeah, it’s there if you want to see how rough she trained me. I’m sure you’ll love it” she said as she got closer. Her bare breasts pressed against your chest as she whispered the next part in your ear, “But wouldn’t you prefer the real thing? Right here, in front of my husband and your fiancé?”

What do you do?

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