"Breakfast is ready, Mistress."nnMora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." nnMarlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and eyes and added a touch of subtle sophistication as well as humiliation. She dressed quickly and ran a brush through her hair, slipped into her boots and headed to the kitchen. nnMarlar noticed Mora's approach and set the table quickly and efficiently, never once missing a beat. Silently, Mora was impressed at how far Marlar had come from the meek and obedient wife to the hot, sexy slut she had been crafted into. Mora knew it had been in her from the beginning when Jerry had first sent his wife's picture to her with pleas for help. She seemed to love her husband very much and they were very devoted to one another, but there was just something lacking sexually. Mora smirked as she buttered her toast. Every woman was a sexpot; they just had to be taught how to be without being disgusting. There were ways to be hot and sexy and kinky without anyone ever seeing past the professional exterior. nnJerry sat at the table, browsing the newspaper. Mora watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marlar slipped beneath the table and mouth-fucked him. Once he was finished, she replaced his pants and headed off to do her normal Saturday duties. Mora watched out of the corner of her eye as Marlar buzzed around the house, happy as a lark, completing each task quickly.