She continued, 'As I buttoned up my housecoat, he suggested I should consider a solution to my difficulties with the hold-up stockings. I knew exactly what he wanted.'

I nodded, 'suspenders?'

'Exactly. He hadn't hinted at any other changes, so it was to be stockings, suspenders, knickers, nothing else. I could barely attach the clips to my stockings, I found myself trembling in excitement.'

'You were particulary excited this time?'

'Yes. Something I haven't mentioned. I'm not sure how you will take this.' She looked anxiously into my eyes.

'He would not be alone the next time I visited.'

I was stunned. Her parading around in front of this gentlemanly distinguished pensioner was one thing, I'd become accustomed to it, but this was a different game. She was clearly no longer a simple home help, now she was about to put on a deliberately conceived show for an audience. It dawned on me that this wasn't about to happen, it had already happened and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

'Go on,' I prompted,

'He said nothing more. So I simply prepared myself as usual and left it to fate. I pulled on my knickers over the suspenders. Buttoned my housecoat.'

'He was alone as usual, his eyes feasting on the suspenders and stockings as I dispenserd with my housecoat. I was in part relieved that he was alone, yet I could not but feel a little disappointment.'

I shared her disappointment but kept it to myself.

'I jumped when the doorbell rang and hesitated', she continued, 'he glared at me, commanding without speaking. I reached for the housecoat. But he shook his head.'

Unspoken but clear...No.

'I was to answer the door as I was. Naked but for the brief panties and suspenders and stockings. For the first time I nearly rebelled.'

I smiled. 'Nearly?'

'It could have been anyone at the door. My breasts were uncovered, nipples stiffening hard. I was acutely aware of the briefness of my knickers and the visible dark patch of pubes, all the more visible because my knickers were wet. As I slowly opened the door, tried to see who it was and keep my modesty, the visitor pushed past me unceremoniously and entered the hallway. It was a man, same generation as the Commander, but taller, broader chested, more heavily built. He had already slipped of his trench coat and tossed it expertly on to a coat hook on the wall of the passage.

He turned to me, smiling broadly with too-perfect teeth that I suspected were not original.

'You must me the home help I've heard so much about,' he said in a pleasant cultured voice while offering me a hand, a hand which changed direction as I put my own hand out to accept it.

'I gasped as his thumb flicked the nipple on my left breast which he was lifting as if estimating its weight.'

'You don't get many of these to the pound,' he chuckled.

'I was completely taken aback. If I hadn't been dressed - undressed - as I was, I might have taken offence. But it was incredibly exciting to have my breast mauled in that way by this admittedly handsome stranger. I could hardly complain. To him, I was little other than the Commanders whore. No decent woman would open the door topless, virtually naked and obviously sexually aroused. I felt the tickle of something running down the inside of my leg. I was literally gushing with arousal.'

Despite having recently cum, my cock was again rampant and craving attention. I resisted the urge to repeat my earlier response, I wanted to hear more.

She was clearly keen to confess everything. I sipped my now cold coffee as a distraction.

She continued.

'He spotted the Commander, still waiting in the living room.

They greeted each other, surprisingly formally for old acquaintances. Completely ignoring me still standing in the hallway, the visitor sat on an armchair and the two men discussed the state of the stock market and other everyday issues.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed some kitchen towel to mop up my wetness, then made the two men coffee and took it in to them on a tray. I bent over to put it onto a low table before standing, waiting, in the middle of the room.'

'Well, Commander Forbes, what's it all about?', asked the visitor, a slight nod of his head indicating me.

'The Commander explained that I was his allocated home help, but we had reached an understanding regarding the provision of extras, which he would pay for. To my dismay, he said were no boundaries to these extras, that I would do anything he instructed me to do. I know what you are thinking, why am I saying I was dismayed when we both know that up to this point I had not refused any request, even those simply implied. But you must realise that I had fallen under the spell of my Commander. I was not anybodies to use. Or so I thought. I was soon to be proven wrong.