Cait.

You decided that you'd target Cait next.

You awoke the next morning to Jessica rummaging through the closet while getting dressed. You lazily sat up and looked over at her near naked figure. It was enough to make your cock stand.

"Good morning. Are you going somewhere?" You asked sleepily.

"I was going to go to the shops." She explained as she pulled on a shirt.

A thought occurred to you.

"Can you take Joel and Amanda too?" You asked with a raised brow.

"I suppose. But I'm only going to be gone for fifteen minutes." She said.

You frowned. That wasn't nearly enough time.

"Could you take them to the shops on the other side of the city?" You asked her slowly.

"That'd take two hours..." She replied hesitantly.

"Please? I need you to do this for me. You can tell them that you need to buy something you can't get from the local shop." You said, then smiled to yourself when you saw her nod her understanding.

"Okay. I will take Amanda and Joel too." She agreed.

With that, she finished getting dressed and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. You could hear her muffled voice in the loungeroom. After several minutes, you heard the front door slam shut. That was your cue.

You climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed before walking into the loungeroom. Cait was sitting alone on the lounge, watching tv while folding clothes. You sat next to her and yawned.

"Good morning. Why are you folding my clothes?" You asked her casually.

"Well someone has to, and I'm assuming you never do." She gave you a playful grin.

"You're right." You agreed, not caring to argue. "You can do it for me from now on if you love folding clothes so much."

"Poor Jessica... I bet she cleans everything in this house." Cait teased. "I'm not your personal maid, you can do your own chores." She continued.

"You could be my maid if you wanted to though." You suggested with a smirk.

"Like hell I would." Cait shot you a filthy frown.

"Please? I need you to do this for me." You said with a raised brow.

Cait stared at you with an odd expression. It looked as if she was considering either agreeing or punching you. She eventually spoke slowly.

"I... Don't want to..." She said. It looked like you'd need to try harder.

"Of course you don't have. You have your own free will. But you don't always need to. You can trust me when I ask you to do things. Especially since I need you to do this for me." You repeated the command. Cait's eyes glazed over for a moment before she stiffly nodded.

"I will... Be your maid." She agreed.

"Good." You grinned at her. "Stay here." You told her. She nodded.

You quickly jumped off the lounge and hurried to your bedroom. You rummaged through your wardrobe. Your wife had bought a french maid outfit for a dress party a year ago which she never used, because when it arrived it was far too small. You convinced her to keep it, but she never wore it since. You found the bag it was hidden in and snatched it up before heading back to the loungeroom. You took out the outfit and held it out for Cait.

"Of course, being a maid... You'll need to wear the correct uniform." You explained.

She stared at you for several seconds then nodded stiffly. She stood up and took the outfit before walking to the bathroom, presumably to change. After a couple of minutes, she came back out. The outfit was several sizes too small for her. It barely covered her large breasts, and certainly didn't hide her ass. You grinned as you looked her over. She didn't seem to mind too much as she stood, waiting.

"Okay. You might want to iron some of my shirts, they look wrinkly." You told her.

She nodded and picked out several shirts from the clothes basket. She looked around, then looked at you. You pointed to the cleaning closet, which she walked to and took out an iron and ironing board. She set it down carefully and looked for a wall socket for the iron. You watched eagerly as she leant down to plug the iron in, her skirt lifting up when she leant down, giving you a full view of her round ass.

You watched her as she ironed your shirts without question. She finished ironing your last shirt then put the iron and ironing board back in the closet. She stood idly while watching you, and you realised she needed another instruction.

"Thanks, you're good at this. You'll always want to do things for me, too." You told her.

"Yes. I will." She agreed.

"I guess you can clean in the bathroom next..." You shrugged.

"Okay." Cait nodded then walked to the bathroom. You got off the lounge and followed her in.

She was already wiping the mirrors with a wet cloth. Water dripped down her arm and onto her white top as she cleaned, however she didn't seem to notice or care. You on the other hand felt distracted by her now transparent top. You could see perfectly the outline of her rack, and even the dark spots where her nipples were. You stared at her for a while and felt yourself becoming increasingly aroused. You gazed around the bathroom and indicated to the shower with a hand.

"You might need to clean the glass on this too..." You told her. "I'll stand on the inside and and tell you if I see any smudges." You said as you stepped into the shower. You watched Cait as she began to wipe the glass with the cloth. She started at the top first, and needed to lean against the glass to reach all the way up. Her tits pressed against the glass, giving you an incredible view.

"Use more water." You instructed. She nodded then soaked the cloth under the tap before again wiping the glass. Water dripped down onto her top, completely drenching her.

"Now you've made even more mess! You're not allowed to use the cloth anymore." You told her.

She tossed the cloth into the sink and then looked at you. "What do I use to clean?" She asked.

"You'll just have to use your hands." You told her. You stifled a laugh as you watched her try to wipe the glass with her bare hands.

"No, that's not enough. Do you have anything else on your body that can wipe more of the glass?" You asked her. She looked at you, confused.

"Something that you could use to wipe the glass. Maybe something that women have?" You asked again.

She thought for a while before she finally nodded. She pulled down her top to let her large tits topple over. You'd never seen them before, and you were very impressed. She began to rub her tits against the glass, back and forth. You watched as her nipples hardened while pressed against the cold glass.

"You're doing a great job. Keep it up." You encouraged her.

She nodded, then squeezed her tits together, seemingly trying to find the most effective way of wiping the glass.

"Great, it looks much cleaner now." You said. She stopped rubbing against the glass and slowly pulled her top back up in place.

"Is there anything else?" She asked.