The sun wasn't even fully up when Margaret slipped out of bed, her nightgown sliding off one shoulder to reveal a perfect purple breast before she adjusted it. Time to start her self-appointed duties as the manor's resident mom/maid/chef/eye candy.
Breakfast was, as usual, her domain. Not because anyone asked her to, but because Margaret liked to keep herself busy.
Melistair came down first, as always. His work clothes couldn't hide his muscular build - all those years of construction had been **very** kind to him.
"Morning, handsome," she purred, making sure to bend over just right as she set his plate down.
"You're in a good mood. Good to see it," he said before walking over and casually spanking her ass.
Margaret just grinned.
"Careful. I'll have to punish you for that."
"Don't even joke around about that, alright? I'll be late for work. Again." He said with a smile.
