The Housemaid Sarah Denzil の小説・ストーリー

While kissing my stomach, she ran her hand up my thigh and into my boxer shorts, taking my cock in her hand. I wasn’t about to stop her, so I laid my head back down on the pillow and let her continue. Sarah pulled on the elastic of my boxers, signaling me to lift my hips so she could remove them. Who was I to argue? She pulled my boxers off and my dick sprang to attention. She gripped my cock and lowered her head over it, taking a deep breath. “Ok. I’m going to suck your dick now. I want you to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Amanda cursed. Sarah looked so pale, all the blood drained from her face like she had just seen a ghost. "I-I did not t-take it s-sir" she stuttered, her body becoming rigid and mortified. "You filthy and cunning brat!" Amanda yelled, gripping Sarah by the neck and delivering an ear splitting slap to her cheek which caused Sarah to lose her balance and fall. The gasps grew in the air and soon enough, the atmosphere became consumed by numerous whispers. "I can't believe he would hire a thief as a maid"

Benjamin led her as they headed to the hall. When Sarah got in, the domestic workers lavished her with greetings, which made her feel like a princess. She glanced at them and uttered with an appreciating smirk, “I'm very grateful for the respect you have given me, and I thank you all for welcoming me like family. But don't call me Mam; my name is Sarah.’’ Hearing this, the butler thought she wasn't as cold as they thought, and he felt the urge to introduce themselves to her. Mam–Sorry, Sarah. I'm Mrs. Augustine the butler in this house, and the person behind me is Cristina, and one follows Amber.

"Of course miss. Mr. Elvis told me to change into your late wife's nightgown." "Is that a photo of his late wife?" "That's right, miss," replied the waiter cheerfully. Even Avelyn wondered why the waiter was so enthusiastic this morning. Did he just get the lottre? "What is her name?" “Sarah Taylor. Mrs. Sarah died twenty years ago giving birth to their first child. Yet for months, Mrs. Sarah imagined the face of her baby impatiently. But when the time of birth came, the mistress was bleeding so that her life could not be saved."

It was one of the other maids, a quiet and reserved girl named Sarah. "Delilah, I need to talk to you," Sarah whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the room. I nodded, my heart still racing. "What is it, Sarah?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low. Sarah hesitated, glancing around the room again. "I don't know if I should be telling you this," she said, "but I think you need to know. It's about Betty... and what happened to her." My heart skipped a beat. "What do you know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

one of the maids asked but she didn't spare her a look neither did she halt, she just went straight to her room. She got to her room and locked the door behind her as the maid followed her upstairs and knocked on her door. "Sarah! Sarah! Please open up" the maid said banging on her door and received deaf ears from Sarah. Sarah got to the middle of her room and sat down like an old witch. She cut her wrist with the knife as she used her blood to write the number 15 and circled it. She kept using her blood to paint the 15 very well as blood dropped from her wrist.

m. A soft knock came before the door creaked open. A woman stepped in wearing a neat black uniform, her hair tied in a bun. She smiled as if we weren’t both trapped in Malaki’s world. “Ma’am,” she said gently. I blinked at her. “Who are you?” “My name is Sarah, ma’am. Your personal maid.” My personal what? Malaki never had maids before. Not here. Not in this place. “Since when did you start working here?” I asked, sitting up slowly.

She didn’t even look carefully at the surrounding and started to wail which was enough to prove that she is in this with Megan. I took steps towards the bed when Mrs. Deneis stopped me. “What are you going to do? Don’t hurt my daughter”. She grabbed my arm. Her long pointy nails were piercing my skin. I winced in pain and looked at her and then at Mr. Denies who was controlling his anger. “Mr. Denies, please control your wife. The man on the bed is my husband and I am going to wake him up”. hearing this Sarah’s face changed slightly. she didn’t expect this reaction from me.

Sarah's trembling hands stroked my face again and again as she murmured, "Melinda, I shouldn't have let you marry him." Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and looked sharply at the butler. "Was it Blake? Was he the one who forced Melinda to drink?" The butler lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze. "Mr. Henderson… He did…" When Sarah heard that, her vision went black, and she collapsed. "Madam Henderson!" I instinctively reached out but grasped nothing.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.