Commented on each other’s use of triple word tiles, teased the one who lost each game. We talked about the weather, about music, food and books.Some...innuendos began to appear.Naughty words were played to see how the other reacted.The flirting intensified.Soon our chats centred around lingerie, favourite sexual positions and sensitive body parts. Games went by the wayside as we spent more time playing with ourselves than we did with our tiles. I came, over and over again, as I read and re-read. “Hi Mom, back from playing chauffeur for the rugrats? Where are they at?” I replied. Mom explained that: “Michael and Anne are spending the night at the Hummels, maybe for the entire weekend. We’ll have to see how it goes. Jack and Grace wanted both of them to go to the races tomorrow morning.”Jack Hummel and Michael were very good friends from school, and he had a younger sister, Grace, who was only a few months older than my little sister Anne. They all spent a lot of time together as a. My mother knew how much Grandma and I adored each other. My mother felt Grandma-----being what my mother considered a witch-----was an evil influence on my young mind... Of course I DID go in Grandma's rooms-- all the time--at least twice a day, sometimes more often then that. I was a very sneaky little prick, and was born with the ability to keep secrets. I was the third child of four. When I was nine, my older brother Charles was 15, my older sister Daphne, 13., and my mother had just. The familiar creak of the front door opening didn’t follow the knocks though. Instead, I heard the sound of heels coming towards the bathroom door.“Mistress?” my scared maid’s voice came quietly through the bathroom door.“Are you going to open the door or what?” I responded.“But, mistress…” He tried again.“Don’t make me come out there and spank you in front of my friends.” While I said this I got to a new high. I was so ready to come now… but I wanted to wait. Not yet.“Yes, mistress.” he said.