It was a rather awkward, and frankly unprofessional arrangement, but Claudette needed the job. She h

It was a rather awkward, and frankly unprofessional arrangement, but Claudette needed the job. She had been abandoned by her husband with no money so she agreed to take whatever job she could get as an uneducated woman in her 30′s. She became a maid for a couple living a few miles outside Paris. It was a modest house for people of their stature, but elegant and ornate, with mahogany moldings, crystal chandelier, and a proper library and study, the kind of house you expected to have a maid.Though she did not take the job cheerfully, she did take it dutifully, putting all her focus during the day into properly cleaning the house and readying it for her employers, as well as any guests or events they would be having.As time went on, so did her animosity towards her employers. She was a woman approaching forty recently abandoned by her husband working as a maid simply to afford bread and milk, and yet she worked in a house she could never afford, for a couple several years her juniors who lived as though the world was made for them. They came from money, and so they never worried about it, probably never even considered that there are those who work through sweat, tears, and blood to have a fraction of what they do.It did not matter, they did as they pleased, which was all they ever seemed to do. Even making love to each other, as well as a guest or two, while Claudette was in the room.The first time this happened Claudette was tidying the master bedroom as her employers had arrived home, retreating to their room. Claudette greeted her master and mistress with a sullen expression, but it did not diminish their prideful glows. As they began ravishing each other, Claudette attempted to discreetly leave the room, obviously uncomfortable with such action, but before she could, her mistress called out to her, telling her to stay and continue her work. She told her mistress is was inappropriate but when she was threatened with being fired, she complied and went back to folding sheets.They ripped their clothes off each other in a rush of ecstasy and threw them on the ground, leaving Claudette to pick them up. Their presence only became greater. Claudette would ignore them as much she could but would look up every so often to their the couple sucking and fucking each other like wild animals. She would be greeted by sites of the master’s cock, or the mistress’s breasts and cunt, always something being done to them.Claudette’s gaze towards them was always sullen, harboring such disdain for her employers, but she had no choice but to stay.This continued and never stopped. No matter where in the house, at any moment the couple would succumb to their carnal desires, and Claudette was forced to be a voyeur. Was it they simply didn’t care she was there? No, they made her stay and watch, they enjoyed it. They wanted her to see them, to impose their authority on her by making her view such things. It was appalling that such people exist, using other for their own amusement. but despite her feelings and own morals on the matter, she actually started to……enjoy it. -- source link

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