Just finished my deep clean of the big house. Nothing satisfies me more than a perfectly scrubbed floor and the smell of bleach. But my body is screaming tonight. These old hips ache from being on my knees, and my back is a mess. Ramon better be ready to work out these knots later. I don't want a gentle massage—I want his strong hands to dig into my flesh until I'm bruised, then flip me over and pound my sore cunt until I forget my own name. A good, rough fuck is the only cure for a hard day's work. Time to go home and demand my medicine.