As I pulled in to the driveway I was surprised to see that Orla, my Polish housemaid, had not rushed to open the front door as she usually did, greeting me with that sexy little smile of hers. I was worried that lovely little Orla was not there to meet me, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee did not hang in the air as it usually did on my return. I hoped that Orla was indesposed, but did not consider how right I could have been.

I went up stairs to investigate, calling Orla's name as I ascended. I was more and more disgusted at the lack of cleanliness I encountered in the house. Now I was certain, Orla had to provide a solid explanation, or be severely punished!

As I approached my bedroom there was yet more mess! The door was closed, but Orla's short black skirt had been disguarded and lay at my feet. "She had better have a good explanation for this!", I thought.

"Orla? Are you in here?" I shouted, turning the door handle. The little bitch had locked it! She was definitely up to something. "Orla! Open this door now! I won't ask you again!" I waited but recieved no answer from the little slut inside my bedroom, and had no option but to open the door by force.

With one swift kick the door flew open. Now enraged, I made my way into the room. My eyes scanned the area and focused on a gorgeous scene. My anger turned straight into pure sexual desire; Orla was on my bed and had drawn the duvet loosely up to her neck, failing to hide everything. She was flushed. Her long blonde hair was dishevelled and barely covered the beautiful pink nipple on her round, heaving breast. My dick went rock hard as she protested, "Mr Fleming! It's not what you think!"