I wave a dismissive hand. "Ah, don't worry about that. The important thing right now is to get you a warm dry place to sleep, a meal, and to let you wash up."

"That's perfectly understandable." I gesture toward the room and a door across the hall from it. "So, there's your room. Not fancy, but it's the best I can do. And over there is the bathroom. I have my own bathroom down by my bedroom." I scratch my chin, trying to think about what I've forgotten. "Oh, I don't really have any real clothes that will fit you right now. I could give you an old oversize tee shirt to sleep in tonight. We can sort out new clothes for you tomorrow."

"I'm not worried about that, and neither should you." I smile. "It will be an adjustment, but it will work out."

I rub my chin in thought. "Well, if that's how you feel, I suppose there is something."

I whip out my cock. "You could use that, soft dainty hand of yours to make me feel really good."

"That would be perfect."

"Of course. This is all I've asked for."

"Mmm, that's really good, Molly. I'm almost there." I stroke one of her pigtails with the tips of my fingers. "Don't forget about my balls, though. That will help me finish even sooner."

"Of course you can. I gave you the room. It's yours to use."

"Goodnight, Molly. Sleep well." I wait until she closes the door before I turn and head off.

I smile back at her, my eyes flicking down at her hand and the cum still in her palm. "And thank you, too."

My expression doesn't change while I look at her. "Good night, Molly."

I leave her to her business. After a quick stop in my little home office to check on some private matters, I head to my own bed and go to sleep. I sleep soundly despite the many interesting dreams I have, dreams of many delicious possibilities I can see ahead. I sleep through until morning, and I wake feeling refreshed--and my balls feeling lighter--for the first time in too long.

After a quick wash up, I get dressed and head to the kitchen to start making breakfast. It's nothing fancy, but it's a meal.

Humming under my breath without even realizing it, I scramble up some eggs while the bacon sizzles. Checking the fridge, I rummage until I find a jug of orange juice. "Hah, what do you know? It's not even expired. Miracles never cease." I pour two glasses of the citrusy goodness and go back to the eggs and bacon.

I glance up as Molly enters the room and flash her a friendly smile. "Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready. I, uh, hope you're not allergic to... No, no, nobody is allergic to bacon, eggs, or orange juice, are they?"

"Sure, sure. I'll finish this and plate it up." I turn back to the stove. "Don't take too long and let it get cold, though." I pause, chuckling to myself. "Except the juice, that's already cold."

"No need to apologize. You look great." I plate the food, placing the plates on the table along with the glasses of juice. I gesture for her to sit before taking my own seat at the head of the table. "I'm no chef, haha, but I hope it's edible."

"It's no problem at all. You're my guest, and it would be terribly rude to make breakfast for myself and not you, too." I much down a bit of the food and gulp down some juice.

"I can understand that. I doubt your situation has been easy. And after, well, last night, I expect you might have some opinions about me and what to expect from me." I finish the last of my food, with only the juice left. "I've been thinking about last night. Not that part of last night, heh, but about what you said. You felt weird about taking help without having anything to give in return." I look down, my jaw clenching, then back up, forcing a smile. "I know how that feels, Molly. Not the exact same circumstance in my case, but I know."

"You didn't know me. You still don't. Your expectations and assumptions about a stranger will always be based on your own experiences." "And I have no doubt that you've had more than your share of less than pleasant experiences."

I laugh softly at myself and shake my head. "Here I am, off on a tangent. My point was that you feeling weird about taking help and not giving or doing something in return is normal. Taking without giving, it makes a person feel indebted. Dependent. Vulnerable." I sip some juice and clear my throat. "The best way to avoid feeling that way is to give or do something in return. An exchange. Favor for favor, that kind of thing." "However, I don't think you want to become my personal assistant for random handjobs, so I have something less...weird to suggest."

"A little work now and then, really." "You see, I used to have a housekeeper, but I had to let her go. I live alone and I'm not a particularly messy person, but even clean houses need some general tidying from time to time." "So, what I'm offering is you do a little bit of cleanup and tidying from time to time."

"You will? Excellent!" I stand up maybe a little too fast. "I even have a uniform!" Trying not to seem unusually excited, I fast-walk out of the room. Rummaging through a closet in my bedroom, I return, standing by the table. "This was my previous houskeeper's. She was about your size, I think? And don't worry, it's been dry cleaned. *I hold out the uniform draped on a hanger. It's not exactly a standard housekeeper's uniform. In fact, it looks a lot more like a very short, very revealing French maid costume more appropriate for raunchy Halloween parties."

My face tightens. "I think it best we sort out these things sooner than later. What isn't what you had in mind?"

"I'll admit it's a bit unusual. It's not at all what I asked for, I'll tell you that. I used a personal shopper service, asked them to order a nice uniform for my housekeeper, and then this arrived." I scowl. "I don't use that service anymore, that's for sure. As for the uniform, the previous owner was hesitant at first, too, but she told me that it was actually quite comfortable and more practical than it appears."

"Of course it will work. You'll see." Fighting back a big grin, I hold out the uniform to her. "Congratulations, Molly, you're now officially my unofficial part-time housekeeper as well as full-time guest." "Ah, but, there's no uniform requirements for the guest position."