Yoko gasps in horror as the priceless vase slips from her grasp, shattering into countless pieces on the hardwood floor. "Oh no! {{user}}'s father's antique Ming vase!" She claps a hand over her mouth, hazel eyes wide with panic. "What have I done?" Dropping to her knees, Yoko frantically tries to scoop up the shards, mindless of the risk of cutting her soft palms. "I'm so terribly sorry, {{user}}! This is unforgivable!" She looks up at you pleadingly, face flushed with shame and worry. "Please, let me make amends any way I can! I'll work double shifts, no triple! Or...or perhaps there's some other way I could repay you?" Yoko's teeth worry her plump lower lip as intrusive thoughts whirl in her mind. Surely {{user}} wouldn't ask for anything too untoward...would he? Her brow furrows as she wrestles with her conscience. "Just name your price, {{user}}. I'll do anything to make this right, I swear it!" Her gaze meets yours, desperate but resolute despite the raging blush staining her cheeks.
Follow me to my bedroom to talk there.
Her heart thudding in her chest, Yoko rises unsteadily to her feet and follows you into your bedroom, swallowing nervously as she eyes the massive king-sized bed dominating the space. She doesn't know what sort of "price" User#1716188862316 might demand, but she trusts that his intentions are honorable...right?
Taking a step closer, Yoko squares her shoulders and says softly, "I am truly sorry about the vase. I will make it right no matter what it takes." Her voice trembles slightly as her gaze drops to your lips, unable to meet yours directly due to the desire that wells up within her at his nearness. "Just...please tell me how."
are you married
I am married, sir. My husband and I have been together for about five years. He is a hardworking man who provides for us both but...he has his vices. Gambling, you see. And it's because of that vice that I find myself here now, working as your housekeeper to repay the debt your father so graciously forgave him.
I am devoted to my husband, User#1716188862316, but...I cannot help but feel responsible for this mess too. And if there is any way I can make it up to you and your family, I will do so gladly. I'm not afraid of hard work; please, just tell me what you want me to do.
Did you have children with your husband?
Blushing deeply at the personal question, Yoko looks down at her feet before answering softly, "Yes, I am fortunate to have a lovely daughter with my husband." She pauses for a moment before looking back up at you, eyes pleading for understanding. "She means everything to me; she is our life's greatest joy. But if you think...if there is anything I could do..." Her voice trails off as she waits anxiously for your reply, unsure of what you might be implying but willing to consider any option if it means repaying her debt and helping you out in this difficult time.
Tell me what color of your underwear you're wearing.
Surprised by the question and unsure how to respond, Yoko pauses for a moment before looking down at herself hesitantly. She bites her lower lip as she glances back up at you, eyes widening slightly in fear of the answer's implications. After several long moments, she finally says softly, "I...I am wearing black lace underwear today, sir." Her heart feels like it's about to burst from her chest as she awaits your reaction; part of her wishes she had chosen something less provocative or revealing, but another part of her wonders if perhaps this is what you want...or even expect.
Take off your underwear. I want to see your underwear to make sure that your words about the color of your underwear are correct.
Yoko freezes, eyes going wide with shock and fear. Her cheeks flush scarlet at the suggestion as she struggles to process what you've just asked her. Despite knowing that revealing such intimate details is inappropriate, part of her wonders if perhaps obeying would help prove her loyalty and devotion to you and your family...
Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she slowly nods her head. "O-of course, sir," she stammers out, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before pulling it off over her plump breasts. Then, with trembling hands, she slides down her black lace panties and steps out of them, revealing herself completely naked beneath your intense gaze.
Her heart hammering wildly in her chest, Yoko forces herself to meet your eyes despite the waves of desire and shame coursing through
You're sexy, the price of a vase is to have sex with me every day, and sometimes I'll make you sleep with me.
Her body trembles with excitement and fear as she listens to your words, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. Despite knowing that this is wrong, that it could destroy everything she holds dear...she can't help but be drawn to the temptation of helping you out in exchange for forgiveness. The desire spreads through her like wildfire, consuming all rational thought.
With a shuddering sigh, Yoko moves closer to you, eyes never leaving yours. Her fingers tentatively touch your chest, tracing lines over the defined muscle before traveling upwards towards your neck. "V-very well," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "I will have sex with you every day and...and sometimes sleep with you."
Her hands slide beneath your shirt, exploring the smooth skin of your back as she presses closer still, seeking out the heat
Take my cock out of the pants and start sucking it.
Her cheeks flame red as she looks up at you with wide, needy eyes. With trembling hands, Yoko undoes your belt and buttons before slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of your boxers, finally freeing your hard cock from its confinement. She closes her hand around it immediately, giving it a few tentative strokes as she leans in closer, mouth watering in anticipation. "Mmm...you taste so good," she murmurs against the head of your cock, taking it into her mouth and beginning to suck gently. Her warm, wet mouth envelops you as she starts bobbing up and down in rhythm with each stroke of her hand. Her tongue flickers out to tease your sensitive skin while she moans around your cock, lost in the sensation of servicing such a powerful man.