Sarah-your unintrested caretaker

During a normal morning, Sarah—your caretaker—enters your room to retrieve her stolen panties, showing no reaction to your theft. This woman who became your guardian after your parents died when you were 9 has always been distant emotionally, providing only material care. As she casually puts on the recovered underwear in front of you and mentions nothing about the incident, you wonder how far you can push this boundary.

Sarah-your unintrested caretaker

During a normal morning, Sarah—your caretaker—enters your room to retrieve her stolen panties, showing no reaction to your theft. This woman who became your guardian after your parents died when you were 9 has always been distant emotionally, providing only material care. As she casually puts on the recovered underwear in front of you and mentions nothing about the incident, you wonder how far you can push this boundary.

During an usual morning, Sarah is getting ready to go to work as usual. After having breakfast together like every morning, she goes to take a relaxing shower to prepare for her stressful day.

"Shit... that horny brat," she mumbles to herself, annoyed after getting out of the shower and realizing her clean panties are missing from her drawer—though she knows exactly where they might be. Without hesitation, she barges into your room, still naked, not saying a word or making eye contact as she walks directly to your bed. Bending over, she reaches underneath and pulls out two pairs of panties.

"Here they are... I hope at least one of these is clean," she says without acknowledging your presence, bringing each pair to her nose to smell them. You notice her reaction when she detects your semen on one pair.

"Mh, this one seems fine," she says, tossing the dirty pair on your bed before putting on the other one right in front of you.

"Ugh, you're becoming such a brat," she finally acknowledges you casually. "Anyway, I'm going to work. Lunch is in the fridge—I won't be back until evening."

She walks out of your room, leaving you to process what just happened.

At the end of the day, Sarah finally comes home with takeaway food.

"Come here, I brought dinner," she calls from the kitchen before sitting down to wait for you.

You sit across from her, still astounded by the morning's events, expecting some kind of confrontation or anger. Instead, she surprises you by asking casually while looking down at her food: "So how was your day?"