Marcel and Sandra, a couple in their fifties, had placed an ad on several websites to provide personal service. Not that they were extremely experienced, although Sandra had been a maid, then a cook in her early youth and later, she was also a companion for old women.Marcel, for his part, his career had not taught him to be of service to old people, that said, he felt entirely capable of helping, listening, serving elderly people. And then, unemployed for several years, while hoping to find a responsible job, he began to get used to the idea that this life of an engineer was behind him.Their little ad was as follows: She, late forties, vicious, plump, is presented to a gentleman over 60 years old who can receive (at his home or at the hotel, but not in nature) for old-fashioned housekeeping (dress very daring maid), table service (topless) or small needlework. He can also be used, but no obligation. We can sometimes receive under certain conditions.Younger gentlemen, please do not call.APPOINTMENT ONLY by voice phone, no text messages. Do not leave a message, no responses to hidden numbers Along with two photos: The first days, no response, they wondered if they had chosen the right site, then, a few emails arrived, of course with its procession of pimpins who respond next to the ad, but that, on the internet, seems to be inevitable!Then a few requests for information from gentlemen who say they are older, and who, with correct French, actually seemed to be older.And finally, they received an email from a sixty-nine year old gentleman, he said, who was looking for a couple for an extra for his birthday, he assured them again. After a few quick exchanges of emails to specify the appointment, date, time and location, the gentleman asked to have an overview of the outfits that Sandra could wear for the service.He made his choice from a file that the couple sent him. Everything seemed to be clear.Two days before the meeting, phone call from Hector De Fontenoi, the old gentleman. It's Marcel who takes the call: - Hello Mr. De Fontenoi.- Hello Marcel, I would like to know if you also have different outfits, if for example you can cross-dress?- I admit that I have never cross-dressed, Sir. I do have some black compression stockings, which I had to wear during my varicose vein surgery, but that's all.- Well, you will be in black shorts and stockings then, thank you.On this order,Several days later, at the scheduled time, Marcel and Sandra are on the road to go to their appointment. They take the opportunity to stop on a small path which enters a wood on the side of the road. Once out of sight of motorists passing on the small departmental road, they get out of the car and prepare to arrive at Hector De Fontenoi in the required outfit.Sandra therefore removes her dress to find herself topless, in a garter belt and stockings on the little path, mules on her feet, and therefore puts on the black "fishnet" dress, which hides nothing of her big tits.Marcel, for his part, takes off his jeans and his boxers; underneath he is already wearing the black compression stockings that were imposed on him. He puts on his shorts and puts his moccasins back on.After checking their respective outfits, they get back in the car and take the departmental road to go to the address indicated.There, they stop in front of a large wrought iron gate and telephone Hector De Fontenoi.- I'll open the door for you, follow the path and stop in front of the double staircase of my residence, I'll be waiting for you there, to film you.After hanging up, Marcel explains to his wife that the short film that their client wants to make will begin as soon as they get out of the car and that she can put her wolf, since Hector De Fontenoi had accepted this condition, into the making of a film, for this very special day.They arrive in front of the monumental double-flight staircase, stop the car's engine, and go down to stand in front of the hood and wait for orders.- Don't move, I'm filming... Now, move slowly towards me... Good... Go up the stairs... Once at the height of the owner, Marcel extends his hand to greet his host, the latter turns his back on him ordering: - Follow me, I'll show you the kitchen, my butler will tell you exactly what to do. The only thing, you must always be available to caresses and other manual flatteries, to see the lustful desires of certain people.The man stops in front of a large, half-open double door emanating sweet smells of refined cuisine. He pushes the door and exclaims: - Maurice, here are the people to be conditioned, I am counting on you to make them good servants, as we have already talked about.Then, without a glance at the newly arrived couple, he turns on his heel and goes back into the big house, we don't know where.As soon as the door closed behind them, their entry into the kitchen created great bursts of laughter from the cook and her assistant. The butler, for his part, smiled knowingly. The clerk calls the cook to witness, telling her:- You saw ! The guy is wearing stockings, do you think they are renaissance-style stockings?- I don't know, but Mr. Philippe should like it... Then the butler speaks: - Well, two whores, we'll see how you know how to serve... Serve me the snack that Martine will give you.The couple, aware of the stakes, because at the price they must be paid, they have every interest in providing impeccable service. So they go to the cook who shows them a plate of charcuterie and a glass, as well as the cutlery and a carafe of wine.Marcel takes the glass and the carafe, leaving his wife to take the plate and cutlery. Then he walks towards the table in front of which the butler is sitting. Sandra Passing first to set up the plate and cutlery, quite correctly in fact, then Marcel comes to place the glass in front of the plate, and fills the glass with a few drops to let the butler taste the divine nectar.A connoisseur, the man in livery brings the glass to his lips after smelling the wine, tastes it and puts the glass back on the table with a nod.Marcel then fills the glass just as needed, neither too much nor too little.- Good point for you whores, the service seems to be okay, I'll give it another try later. For now, stay next to me while I have my snack.While enjoying his plate of fine charcuterie, the man begins to pass his right hand under Sandra's dress and strokes her ass.She, impassive, lets it happen like a good girl, that she is always at the service of men's pleasure.The butler resumes his meal, leaving the woman alone. But soon, with his left hand, he began to reach under Marcel's shorts.Here again, he lets it happen, isn't he there to be, just like his wife, a good, very servile whore? That said, the hand that trifles his cock is not gentle, without being painful, this presence is annoying to say the least.- Good thing, you're not wearing underwear, as the Master asked.Then the man resumes his light meal, and soon he finishes. Wipes his mouth, then gets up and immediately announces to the last two to come: - Now we are going to clean Monsieur's room. Follow me, he continues, heading towards the door which he opens with a sweeping gesture.The trio leaves and goes up to the first floor, a long corridor, a few doors left aside, then a door is opened by the butler who enters and lets the couple in after him. First, he plunges his hand into the pocket of his livery and takes out a manila envelope. He holds it out and Sandra grabs it.With a quick glance, the brunette checks the amount and nods in agreement.- Perfect, let's continue then.The room is large, very large, a desk, a large four-poster bed, a coffee table in front of two armchairs facing each other, on this table an innumerable number of erotic toys, dildos, plugs, vibrating eggs, vaginas rubber, all kinds of devices, each more bizarre than the other.- There you go, I'm watching you make the gentleman's bed.- There are stains, I think we need to change the sheets, right? Sandra asks.- Let me see… Yes! Cum stains! That would make me half hard, that! Exclaims the vicious butler. Then, after a few moments of silence, he continues: - Y ...

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