I'm More Than Just A Housekeeper, I Also Keep His Bed Warm

I accepted a job as a live in housekeeper for a widower. He offered decent pay, insurance, use of a car, and I could go to college full time. After months of working for him I got familiar and one night when I was cleaning up the kitchen before going to my room to study, he swatted, spanked, my ass. It caught me by surprise and I didn't say anything.

A couple of weeks later he came to my room and let me know he preferred it if I slept with him. I ignored his comment, but he pushed it, he didn't want to sleep alone. All of a sudden my college education was in trouble, where else was I going to find a job with insurance, the flexibility to go to classes full time, room and board, and the use of a car?

I decided to push him away by 'coming out to him', pretending I was gay. He called Bull Shit and repeated to me that he wanted me to sleep with him. I told him I couldn't, he was asking me to sleep with my grandfather. Nothing worked, he insisted with a capital I. That night he came to get me. I took my pillow, put on flannel PJ pants, and got in bed telling him it was all wrong and he shouldn't be 'forcing' me into his bed.

That night he didn't touch me, or the next night, or the next. After a month of not being touched I lost it. What was wrong with me? Was I ugly? He said I was over thinking. I said to him, either do something or let me sleep in my room. He tossed out that I was a lesbian, I told him I wasn't. Either 'use' me, or let me go to my room.

He obliged, and I stayed in his bed. He did agree to let me sleep in my room when his family visited. I was to be a secret. He agreed, but slipped up over Thanksgiving when we went to his daughter's house for the Holiday, he had her book one room for us at the hotel.

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