Turning your head you saw a well endowed Latina woman dressed in nothing put a pink apron. Her body was that of a total milf, with silky black hair down to her very large ass. She had curves in all the right places and a face that would make most women question their sexual preference, with a cute mole on one cheek. Your memories told you this was Jasmine, your personal chief. A smirk crept across your face.
‘Fine as ever Jasmine.’ You said then your stomach groaned, making you blush and Jasmine giggle. You cough slightly.
‘Think you can whip me up something for breakfast?’
Jasmine’s face beamed and she twirled a spatula in her hand. “Can do mistress, what would you like?”
Your memories told you Jasmine made the best pancakes.
‘Pancakes.’ You say without a moments hesitation.
“Type?”
‘Chocolate please.’
Jasmine bows her head, giving you a view deep into her flesh canyon. “As you command.”
She then turned and left into the kitchen humming a toon and swaying her hips side to side as she left. Your eyes focused in on a heart shaped tatto on her right butt cheek. You turned away and leaned back into the couch, letting out a content sigh and spreading your legs and arms wide as possible. You could definitely get used to this...
Just then another one of your servants entered. Natasha, one of your many maids, like all the rest she wore the same skimpy outfit. A corset squeezed tight around her waist, surrounding a strapless dress cupping her breasts, the skirt only went down a few inches from the waist meaning that on the occasions your maids wore panties they were always exposed when they bent over. Lastly the uniform also had white gloves up to the elbows and matching silk socks up to the knees. Natasha’s blond hair was done up in a bun that left several curling strands free. You also saw that she had gone for a bright green thong today. You couldn’t resist, reaching out and giving that plump ass of her’s a good squeeze. She let out a yelp, but didn’t stop cleaning, the aroma of arousal began to slip from her. You noticed she began rubbing her thighs together.
‘Natasha...’ you say.
“Yez my miztrezz?” She asked in a heavy French accent.
‘Would you be so kind as to gather everyone for breakfast?’
Natasha turned to face you. “Evoryone?” She asked bitting her lower lip and rubbing her legs even more.
You pinched her cheek even harder. “Everyone.” You repeated.
Natasha nodded, “Ov course my Miztrezz,” then she off, as she left to her duty you gave her a firm slap on the rump.
‘That alright with you?’ You ask the chief.
Jasmine nodded and pulled a second spatula from the utensil rack above.
“Yes mistress Jamie, just tell me what everyone wants.”
...
Later you sat at the table surrounded by your staff, mostly maids in the same outfit as Natasha enjoying pancakes and various other breakfast items. The last to arrive was Tracy, your nudist guardener.
“Hoo Wee! It’s hotter than a pig in a pen out their.” She said in her typical southern accent. Tracy was a pale skinned ginger with freckles dotting across her nose, shoulders and the tops of her C cup breasts, these were also the spots she got sunburnt the most, not that she seamed to mind. The only clothes she wore was a straw hat, which even then she would often take off to fan herself. The southern bell closed the sliding door behind her and began sauntering to the table.
“Your order?” Jasmine asked from the kitchen, her tan flesh now covered in sweat from the heat of the stove.
Tracy gave a confidant smirk and put her hand on her hip.
“Sunny side up eggs with bacon and sausage.” Tracy replied.
“Coming up.”
Tracy nodded then took her seat with the rest of your staff.
The other women present were of course Natashia, nervous as ever but also two identical twin Asian maids named Rev and Ver. The only way to tell them apart was the fact that Rev had a orange right eye and blue left eye. And Ver had a orange left eye and blue right eye. Aside from that they even acted virtually identically, even down to their love for eachother. Next to them was Gloria, an african American maid with curtly hair and plump hips with breasts even larger than your own, to her side was your body guard Sara, a purple haired goth that always wore a black bra and panties.
You examined the members of your lesbian harem slash staff and licked your lips. Each of them you remembered naked spread out on your bed at one point or another.
After Jasmine slid Tracy her plate and took a seat next to you rapping her arm around your shoulder did you finally speak.
‘Ladies.’ You said for their were no men in your house ‘I have called you all here to unveil for you all my latest invention...’