Clean the kitchen floor

You light up another smoke. Either you smoke or you fuck her or you die by internal rupture caused by high bloodpressure.

"Clean the kitchen floor, Anne." you say to her. She stands in front of you and simply nods.

"What? I did not hear you, Anne."

"Yes master."

You see her walk into the kitchen and you follow. Sitting on a chair you inhale the smoke. You see her fill a bucket with water and pour some chemicals in it. Then - with a wet piece of wool - she kneels down. She faces you and you stare at her cleavage. Her rubbing make her tits bounce up and down and you can glimpse some nipples.

Then one tit falls out of the apron. She blushes and tries to pull the apron back over her tits. You stop her, telling her she could fix herself AFTER she cleaned everything up. She blushes and looks miserable.

"But master ... can´t I just ..."

"No Anne."

She stares at you with an insecure look, her eyes getting wet. Then she sights. "Yes master. As you wish."

She continues cleaning the floor and you enjoy her tits bounce.

You stand up and start to circle her. You enjoy the workings of her muscles, her athletic body. When you arrive at her backside you take a deep breath. You can see her asshole gaping at you.

There ... just in front of you ... you missed a spot, Anne."

Anne starts to rob forward but you tell her to stop.

"Anne, you just can´t rob over the place you just cleaned. It would all get dirty again. Just lean over, huh?"

She stares at you with an embarrassed look. Then she nods and starts to lean over. For this she raises her body, revealing her pussy to you. You kneel down and take a close look. Her clit is swollen and her pussy soaking wet.

You gently tap her ass.

"Nice, Anne. Very nice."