It was well after midnight when the last guests left the Anderson's New Year's Eve party. The mess the revelers left was incredible, but June Anderson was not daunted. Though it was well-past her normal bedtime and she was tired from the long day of cooking to prepare for the party and the hours of serving drinks and snacks at the party, she dutifully strapped her apron on and got ready to show Mr. Anderson why he kept her around!
Like any graduate of Thompson Finishing School, Brentwood's wife training academy, June had been trained to handle the biggest messes in the most-efficient way possible. More than that though, throughout her four years in the program she'd also been psychologically conditioned to need to clean up a mess, and to feel pleasure akin to arousal while she did so.
"Aren't you forgetting something, June?" Mr. Anderson asked and pointed to the heels she'd discarded.
Though her feet were aching she quickly answered, "Oh, yes, sir. I was just resting my feet for a minute before I put them back on!"
"That's my girl! Now, you've had a moment, get them back on and get cleaning! You've got to get started on breakfast in three hours."
"Yes, sir! Goodnight, sir! Breakfast will be on the table in the morning, sir!"
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It was well after midnight when the last guests left the Anderson's New Year's Eve party. The mess the revelers left was incredible, but June Anderson was not daunted. Though it was well-past her normal bedtime and she was tired from the long day of cooking to prepare for the party and the hours of serving drinks and snacks at the party, she dutifully strapped her apron on and got ready to show Mr. Anderson why he kept her around!
Like any graduate of Thompson Finishing School, Brentwood's wife training academy, June had been trained to handle the biggest messes in the most-efficient way possible. More than that though, throughout her four years in the program she'd also been psychologically conditioned to need to clean up a mess, and to feel pleasure akin to arousal while she did so.
"Aren't you forgetting something, June?" Mr. Anderson asked and pointed to the heels she'd discarded.
Though her feet were aching she quickly answered, "Oh, yes, sir. I was just resting my feet for a minute before I put them back on!"
"That's my girl! Now, you've had a moment, get them back on and get cleaning! You've got to get started on breakfast in three hours."
"Yes, sir! Goodnight, sir! Breakfast will be on the table in the morning, sir!"