Herr Rockerler (Patreon)

- Oh mein Gott! Dumme long hair! Stupid große tits! Stupid female Körper! How I hate all diesels.

Said Ingrid Schmidt trying to comb her long tangled hair after drying. Her life in this house as a maid was a breeze and she had to try very hard every morning to put herself in order. However, this did not change the fact that inside Ingrid still remembered herself as Jacob Rockerler, accustomed to luxury and wealth from childhood. Ingrid's life was radically different from what he was used to.

- Did you say something?

A man’s voice sounded behind Igngrid in English, which now seemed like a foreign language to her, and in order to understand, every time she replayed a phrase in her head to translate into German.

- Everyzing is fine... Herr Rockerler. Could you... leave here vhil I get dressed?

Ingrid cursed her German accent, which only turned her master on, but she could not do anything about it. This was all part of the curse, or rather the stupid wishes that she made when she was Jacob in one of the ancient caves in Asia. She didn’t even think that her desire to take a break from her rich life would be interpreted in exactly this way! However, the magical spirit at that moment was not happy with the uninvited guests and, having studied Jacob’s secret fears and fantasies, turned him into Ingrid, sending him to his own house, but now as a housekeeper, who is illegal in the USA, but lives here because of the loyal attitude of the new Jacob, who was a complete copy of the real Jacob.

- Just call me Jacob when we're alone.

Coming closer and gently stroking Ingrid on her bare ass, the man said, placing his friend’s hand on Ingrid’s chest. From this touch, Ingrid once again felt as if an electric current was running through her body and in seconds her nipples hardened so much that they could cut glass. It was one thing she couldn't control. She became her complete fetish fantasy - a German housekeeper with huge breasts, speaking with a German accent, completely dependent on Jakob, and having a hypersexually sensitive body.

- Oh mein Gott... Herr... Rockerl... Jacob...

All Ingrid had time to say, starting to stroke Jacob’s erect penis with her hand.