I had just turned eighteen, finished high school and was ready
to take on the world. My parents were long dead and I hated my foster
family and they hated me, so when I turned eighteen and finished high
school our ways parted. I left the small town I had grown up in never to
return. I had no real friends in town and certainly no family, so no one
would miss me. Like everyone else I had dreamed about the city so that's
where I planned to go. But the city was a long way off and I had very
little money, so I had to work my way to town. It wasn't hard to get odd
jobs in the small towns along the way: washing dishes, cleaning floors,
doing a little housework. People were friendly enough and many times
told me where work was to be found. I was never very big and I am very
slight of build, so no one saw me as a threat.

I had been on the road for three weeks when I came Mastersville. Even
before I entered town a police car came cruising up and the policeman
inside, a huge man sitting alone in his cruiser, leaned out and asked
me: "Passin' through son?" His tone was friendly enough but there was no
mistaking the fact that he didn't want any vagrants or troublemakers and
that the question was an attempt to sound me out. I quickly replied in
my most polite tone of voice: "Yes sir. I'm just passing through." He
nodded at this and said: "You wouldn't by any chance be looking for a
little work, now would you now son?" The question was definitely
friendly and I did need money, so I replied that, yes I did indeed need
a little work. Again he nodded and smiled: "If you're interested, I know
a little old lady who needs a little help around the house for a week or
so." It sounded good so I said that that would be fine and soon I sat on
the seat beside him as he gave me a ride across town. I was amazed at my
luck and enjoyed the ride to the old lady's place. It turned out to be a
grand old mansion about a mile outside town. It lay hidden from the road
behind a small grove of trees.

The policeman came up to the front door with me and rang the bell. A
maid opened the door. She was so beautiful that it almost stopped me in
my tracks. Tall and blonde, with very large and full breasts, not even
her old-fashioned uniform could hide the fact that she was very sexy.
She had big, blue eyes and full, red lips that looked ready to kiss. Her
uniform shirt was made from black silk and had long sleeves with white
lace at the ends accentuating her dainty hands and perfectly manicured
red fingernails. Her skirt was also made from black silk and extended to
just below her knees. It didn't cling to her curves, but it certainly
didn't hide them either. Although you could only see the lower part of
her legs, they also looked very attractive, covered in black, nylon
stockings. On her feet were black, leather Oxfords with stilettos at
least six-inches high. She wore a little white lace apron and when she
opened the door she clearly recognized the policeman: "Sheriff
Masterton, how good to see you. How may I help you?" She looked demurely
down as she spoke and I got the impression that she was a bit afraid of
the sheriff. The sheriff smiled at her and said that he had brought
someone who wanted to work for Miss Maitresse. For the first time the
maid seemed to notice my presence as she shot me a frightened look
before replying: "Of course sheriff. Won't you come in while I get Miss
Maitresse?" She led us into the hall, closed the door after us and went
to get her mistress. As she walked away I couldn't keep my eyes off her
absolutely perfect ass as it swayed in a most enticing manner. The
sheriff was definitely getting an eyeful as well.

A few minutes later Miss Maitresse appeared with the maid trailing a few
steps behind her. "Sheriff Masterton!" she exclaimed, "how good of you
to come. I hear that you have found someone to clean out my shed?" The
sheriff said that that was indeed the case and indicated me. Miss
Maitresse looked me over very carefully, like I was being inspected. She
was a woman of about fifty and more than a little severe looking. Her
graying, blonde hair was pulled into a very tight bun, making her
otherwise very attractive face look a bit strained. She wore a black
business