“Regarding the cameras I’m sure you’ve noticed. It’s a part of our security system – which reminds me, I’ll need to send you an entry code… Anyways, before we leave, we’ll be sure to manually turn off all the camera’s in private spaces, the bedroom etc.” As Melanie spoke, Esmerelda’s eyes were on the ass swaying in front of her as they walked through the estate. The woman wore a thin dress, the material draped elegantly, and left nothing to the imagination for the young woman behind her. Melanie looked back, and caught Esmerelda staring. Ms. Crawford smiled, but made on comment. From which point Esme swore the woman increased the sway of her hips.
“If you prefer them on – which I recommend (it absolves all parties from any liabilities pursuant to contested damages) — there’s a simple switch on the side. Cameras that are active will send us notifications anytime the dogs bark loudly, it’s intended to alarm residents of break ins, but in our case has proven to have unintended benefits, if I am unoccupied we will offer some quick advice or get the dogs to calm down if they’re being problematic… which is a rarity, I assure you.” Esme was only half listening, maybe a quarter listening, her mind was occupied with feeling caught by her employer, being drawn to her figure, and the uncontrollable throbbing between her legs that had been raging since she entered the house.
“…by default we leave them turned on everywhere but the bedroom and bath. Is that satisfactory?” Esmeralda nodded in reply, she was grateful to have tuned back in for that last sentence.
“Well, I think that’s everything,” Melanie said as she turned around and faced the girl, “Any questions you have for me?”
Charlie licked her ankles, pulling her from her daydream. No…. not a crush, Esme was, however, drawn to Ms. Crawford. Perhaps it was that she envied her. Ms. Crawford was tall and slender. She had an athletic build that looked good in anything. With her awkwardly disproportionate body, Esme found that not to be the case. She’d grown to resent her tits. At barely 80 pounds, Esme looked amazing naked, but when it came to clothes, her tits and height meant almost every outfit made her look either chunky or like a whore. Loose clothes draped straight down from her protruding breasts, and in skin tight outfits you could see every detail of them. Anything open in the front made her look like a colonial bar wench. Typically, she was far too uncomfortable in her skin to really try the latter two outside the confines of her own home. Melanie on the other hand, looked amazing no matter what. The cut of her top dropped well past her cleavage, yet the woman still looked elegant and refined. Her long brown hair was peppered with gray, which only seemed to heighten the attention her dark green eyes commanded. Most women would have dyed the strands, but this woman was not most women. With each breath, she oozed sexuality and confidence and maturity and everything Esmerelda felt she lacked in this world. That woman could walk into a ballroom topless and look more classier than Esme. She rolled her eyes at the imaginary dinner guests drooling over Ms Crawford as she continued down the hall.
As expected, Esmerelda found Charlie and Buxter sprawled on the daybed. Upon seeing his new friend, Charlie exposed his belly, waiting for her affection. The sun felt intoxicating magnified through the large windowed ceiling. If it weren’t for the piles of snow outside, one could foget how far below freezing the temperature outside was. Esmeralda loved the way the sun felt on her caramel skin. After peaking around, she unbuttoned the flannel revealing the small tank top she wore underneath. Her eyes darted at the camera in the corner of the room: on; for now she’d settle for this quantity of exposure. Though she also noted that shorts would be the only pants she’d be wearing in that room moving forward. She checked the time, 3:15p. That left 45 minutes before it was time to feed the boys. Esme plopped onto the daybed beside the two dogs, making sure that there was no chance the camera could see the graphic hentai loading onto her screen. Charlie curled up against her, Buxter settled back down at the end, and she heard the other two making their way to her on the hardwood floor.
“These boys sure do seem to love me.” she thought…. She had no idea, just how true that would be.
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With their dinner, her dinner, evening walks and play time done, Esmerelda walked the house to make sure everything was locked, then brought her luggage up into the bedroom. Normally people would have her stay in a guest room, or the couch, but Ms Crawford had not only given her their master bedroom, but had done it up quite nicely. When she opened the door, she found the massive bed draped in elegant fabrics, ambient lighting, a chilled bottle of champagne and a basket of assorted snacks all waiting for her. The dogs had followed her in. Charlie jumped onto the bed, while the other three found their places in the corner of the large room. She was impressed that Charlie seemed to show no interest in the basket of treats. With each dog being probably more than twice her size, she would be helpless to stop him if he had. The photos on the dresser drew her attention. Ms Crawford mentioned that she still talked to her husband often. A tragic, but also beautiful notion. Her father did the same. Mr. Crawford, looked like the perfect match for Ms Crawford’s elegance and sexuality. He was large and firm, but had a refinement that wasn’t quite identifiable. Nothing was flashy about his appearance or his attire. In the photos he wore sharp suits, shorts, jeans, and t shirts, but in every photo of them there was an intangible impression. ‘Big dick energy’ her brother Miguel would say… interesting. Esme probably shouldn’t feel what she felt between her thighs while looking at photos of a dead man and his wife. She turned away and sent a ‘thank you text’ to Melanie. After pressing send (somewhat embarrassed by the half paragraph of ass kissing her text had devolved into), Esme looked up and saw that the pack seemed to all be perfectly content as they were. With that she reached for her toiletries and a wicked grin stretched across as she thought about the jets in the bathtub. Toothbrush and face wash weren’t the only things tucked away in the oversized satchel… this was going to be a wonderful two weeks.
She hooked her tank top straps with her thumbs and pulled her massive tits loose of the cotton as well as the bra below. Her jeans were next, after unbuttoning them she let them cascade to the floor. In a matter of five seconds her nubile figure suddenly lay bare before her new friends. All four dogs’ heads turned to her, Bear did an adorable head tilt that made her blush. “What? You’ve never seen a naked girl before, Bear?” She said jokingly to his vacant stare. Just in case, she took the treats with her. Ms Crawford should have known she was only 19, but… after all, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere. Apart from a sip or two of her father’s beers, Esmerelda had never had alcohol before. She was a bit too shy for any of that in high school, apart from boys staring and pointing at her tits, no one seemed to care to invite her to the parties… not that she would have had the time to attend anyways. She grabbed the bottle as well and headed for the bathroom. Now was as good a time as any to start.