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snatch-22

... champagne. Deciding that today was off to a good start, I picked some of the special occasion bubbly that was probably way too nice to waste on mimosas, but what the hell. As I rummaged around in the fridge for eggs, bacon, and orange juice, she stopped me short. &#034Oh no... not that bottled crap. Fresh squeezed.&#034 It bothered her to no end that we usually drank bottled juices when the northern California weather afforded us three citrus trees in the back yard. I dutifully trotted out to the yard, naked and partially erect, to see what fruit we had on the trees. Our Valencia oranges weren't ready yet, but the bl**d oranges were probably just about perfect. Once she had a perfect pink bl**d orange mimosa in hand, I got to work on breakfast and began doing a deep cleaning of stove, counters, dishes, etc. A quick nod to the floor and I was soon on hands and knees, cock dangling between my legs, scrubbing the floor like a twisted, gender-bent Cinderella. &#034The kitchen is all done.&#034 I stood naked in front of her and her freshly topped off flute and waited for my instructions. She leaned forward giving me a wicked view of her breasts and casually began running her manicured nails across my balls as she glanced around the room. Satisfied with her brief inspection, she began leisurely stroking my cock with her other hand until I was beginning to leak and wonder whether my knees would hold me when I came. My breathing became more rapid and her hand sped up to keep pace as ...

... she looked up at me getting closer to my orgasm. When I was just about to the point of no return she withdrew both hands, leaving me panting, disappointed, and desperate for release. &#034I think we'll move upstairs next.&#034 I now saw how the day was going to pass: she intended to keep me busy with housework and always one step away from my reward until the house was completely clean. I decided it was worth it and might suddenly be my preferred way of doing housework from here on out. I vacuumed the hallway, moved into the guest bedroom, and made sure it was dusted and spotless—remembering to keep Nicki's mimosa from running dry as she supervised from the doorway. Her inspection was more thorough this time, moving about the room to check surfaces for any trace of dust. Again I received my reward after passing muster. She pressed herself into my back, the thin fabric doing little to separate her nearly naked body from my own. She tickled my ass with a fingernail as she pumped my cock. I moaned openly, knowing that as heavenly as her hands felt, there would be no release at the end of it. As predicted, after taking me right to the edge, she moved away and ushered me into the master bathroom. I hurried through the room, the urgency of my cock making me speedier with each task. When finished I reported to her and requested my inspection. Her eyes remained impassive as she scanned the room and simply told me to move into the bedroom and stand by the bench at the foot of the bed. ...