You head to the kitchen to see how the new maids are doing but once you got there you see this
tell them wait with that stuff until break or when they get home.
>You walk into the room and see this with your eyes
>Pinkie and Octavia stand there, blushing profusely as Pinkie's face is half hidden between Octavia's butt cheeks.
"Well," you say, taking the pipe out of your mouth, blowing out a puff of smoke, and pausing for a moment to take a sip of your single-malt whiskey, "Which one of you would care to explain what is going on, here?"
>Octavia starts to stammer, but Pinkie gets out coherent words first.
>"Master Anon, I'm sorry, it was my fault, we were starting to clean the room just as you asked and Tavi was cleaning the dresser top and I was going to dust the room but I dropped my feather-duster and when I bent down to see it I looked over her way and because she was standing on her tippy-toes her new uniform you got for us was pulled up pretty far and I could see her cutie little patootie and I just couldn't help myself I had to squeeze that tushie and I'm so sorry it'll never happen again I promise Master Anon!"
>You place your corncob pipe back in the corner of your mouth.
"Is that correct, Miss Octavia?"
>"Y-yes, Master Anon... I'm sorry. It was pretty... unexpected."
God, what would I even need a maid for?
It's not like I'll own more than just a normal house anyway.
And at that point I'll have a full-time job. I'll barely even be in my house. I guess I could have her cook breakfast for me in the mornings because fuck cooking half asleep.
Bend them over and vomit in their mouths before having them shit down my throat.
Trips prophecy your future.
Think about it: you live in a big mansion far away from work where spend a lot of time. Would you rather clean your villa spending hours after long, arduous work and travel, or employ someone to do that and cook for you better than you ever could?
"Whaaaaat?! So THAT'S where baby ponies come from?!"
Quickly and easily pull End of the Faggot Flag away from my musician, and smash the pink haired one into the edge of the table, leaving her bleeding as I kick her out like the shit waifu she is.
>You blow out another puff of smoke.
"Stand up, young lady. Get your face off her ass, already."
>You shake your head.
>You exit the kitchen, heading back into the living room you came from. You plop down in the big leather chair near the fireplace, the warmth of the moderately-roaring fire, adjust your robe, and set your whiskey down on the adjacent end table.
>Pinkie Pie is watching you with her eyes slightly widened, while Octavia is still slightly flushed and doesn't meet your gaze, her hands working to adjust her slightly disheveled maid's skirt.
"Ladies, I work a long, long day over at Twilight's castle. When I come home, I expect cleanliness and decorum, not to see my hired workers engaging in tomfoolery. Is that clear?"
>Pinkie nods enthusiastically. "Yes, Sir!"
>Octavia mumbles her response much more quietly. "Of course, Sir."
"Now come here, Octavia."
>You pat the arm of your chair.
>She fidgets a little, but walks over and stands beside your chair.
"Why didn't you stop her, girl?"
>You take a sip of whiskey.
>"Sir? She surprised me, I wasn't expecting -"
"I saw the two of you through the doorway before I walked in. You may have been surprised, but you had ample opportunity to tell her to stop, or to move away. Why didn't you?"
>She doesn't respond.
"It's because you were enjoying it, weren't you?"
>She starts to blush again, but turns away almost furiously, the line of her skirt twirling.
>And you reach out with left hand, placing it on the back of her leg. You can feel her immediately tense up, then slowly relax. You slide your hand along her thin leggings, tracing a path upwards until you are no longer touching leg but have a firm grasp of her ass in your palm. You can hear her let out a little gasp as you squeeze that handful, the tips of your fingers almost reaching in between the cheeks, if not for the soft fabric of her panties in the way.
>And Pinkie walks over to the two of you, eyes wide open.
"You were so interested in this ass. Why don't you grab it, too?"
>You say as you give Octavia's butt another squeeze.
>You move your hand up a bit, causing Octavia's skirt to rise up as you reach towards her lower back, giving Pinkie the full view of Octavia's pantied ass.
>You take another puff on your pipe.
"Since she enjoyed it so much before, why don't you take off her panties for the full experience, girl."
Ask if they'll help sneak the other slaves some food. Being a house nigger the others task me with sneaking out food.