Rachel stood in the massive kitchen of the Wellington estate, eating ice cream straight from the carton. It was the first night of her two week house sitting gig, and she was already enjoying the luxury. The house was a sprawling mansion with a pool, a home theater, and every upgrade imaginable. It was a nice change from the small, cramped apartment she shared with her husband, David. David was away on a business trip for the third time this month, and as usual, he had barely touched her before leaving. Their marriage was loveless and their s*x life was nonexistent, leaving Rachel frustrated and lonely.
She wore an oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, planning to go to bed early. The house was quiet and dark, except for the light above the kitchen island. Suddenly, the sound of
