Trina stood in the kitchen surveying the mess the caterers were creating.  She knew they were the best but did they really have to make such a mess everywhere?  All the worktops were covered in their clutter and voices shouted issuing orders and directing the various staff.  She shook her head, knowing they would leave it as they found it.  Spotless.  She had plenty of other things to do before the guests arrived.  Trina was the maid, housekeeper and overseer of the house for the Darlings.  She lived in a lovely room, and had a life she wouldn't have had anywhere else.  She also enjoyed the sex life she was lucky to have.  Especially with a family like the Darlings.  Of course when the children were home from school she looked after them as well, which was no hardship as they were great kids.<br/><br/>Walking through the grand hall the scent of the flowers hung in the air, making everything smell fresh and wonderful.  The floors gleamed and the bedrooms were ready for the guests.  Cleaning crews had been in all week and the house was ready for the weekend.  As was she.  The house slaves, great girls who she enjoyed immensely were in the dungeon and playroom cleaning and preparing the equipment there.  She was just doing a final check before she would shower and dress in her little outfit for the greeting.  Master had selected it, and as usual it was a maids outfit that left little to the imagination.  She giggled, she loved her job.<br/><br/>Once she was showered she dried her hair and pulled it back, making sure the ponytail was well secured.  She then applied a little make up to her eyes, she never wore much, just enough to bring her eyes out and to enhance her features.  Then she stood, checking herself over in the full length mirror in her room.  She looked good, her breasts we rent as large as Mrs Darlings, but they had a good shape to them.  She still had a couple of bruises, fading now, but they were just about visible.  She loved to be left with bruises, it reminded her of her place here.  The stockings were sheer and expensive, and had wide lacy tops, holding themselves up.  No panties tonight, she would be revealing herself as she moved among the guests.  The skirt was tiny, barely covering her rounded butt cheeks, the top tight, pushing her boobs over the top and shaping them up in offering.  The little white apron and cap just finished off the outfit.  Her shoes were black patent and 5 inch heels.  But she was used to heels now, she wore them all the time.<br/><br/>When she was dressed she returned down stairs, making sure there was enough champagne on ice to greet them and nibbles were out and about.  She would need Kris here to show guests to their suites.  Yes, the evening was going to be a good start to the weekend.  She couldn't wait.