Score, Mr. Rodes was home. I pulled a skirt on over my pants then wiggled the pants off. Usually it was better when the client wasn't home when I cleaned their house, but Mr. Rodes was Hot. And he was a gentleman, not watching me blatantly like some husbands, but I felt his eyes on me often enough to engage in the occasional fantasy.
In the back of my …
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