The Cleaning Girl

"I was thinking about much more," Rosa answered, as if I wasn't even there.

"Twenty?"

"Eighty thousand. Come here slut," Rosa commanded. The Mexican girl pulled my face out from between the cheeks of Jean's bottom.

I sat staring at Rosa's matted sex, while Jean moaned at the loss of my tongue. I looked up briefly. Oh God no! Rosa was holding the dreaded bell. Not here, I begged with my eyes! However, Rosa stood there grinning evilly and rang the bell.

Defeated and crying, I crawled between her legs and closed my mouth over her pee hole.

"See, she's fully house-broken," Rosa bragged, while she pissed in my mouth.

"Oh my word!" Jean gasped. I closed my eyes, so that I wouldn't have to see the look in her eyes. When Rosa was empty, I hung my head down in shame.

"Besides, maybe you can split the cost of her between you and a friend or two," Rosa explained.

Jean didn't need anymore convincing. "Done!" she replied. I couldn't believe it, I had just been sold. I wanted to scream at them that Rosa couldn't sell me, because she didn't own me. Instead, I knelt there meekly as a collar was put around my neck and then a leash. Rosa handed Jean the bell and then I was led away from my house and my old safe and secure life, to my new life as a 'cleaning girl'; the hidden fantasies on my computer now forgotten.

The End

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