Jab woh humare ghar aati main usse baate karta. Woh bahot sharmili hai aur baate karne me bhi bahot sharmati thi.Isliye maine socha ke usse bahot pyaa... se aur aaram se seduce karna padega. Woh humare ghar subah jhaadu pocha lagane aati aur ghar ki saaf safai karti aur fir shaam tak humare ghar hi rukti thi. Main roz usse pocha lagate hue dekhta tha uske boobs ekdum clear dikhte the jab woh jhukti thi aur ye baat usse ache se pata thi ke main use dekhta hu par woh kabhi kuch na kehti.Fir maine. He did not try to get up."I'm sorry," he told them, though his boner still stood out in the airdefying his words. "I'm so sorry. Please don't tell anyone." Be good," Cindy said."What do you think, Jenna?" Mandy asked her. "What should we do with him?"Jenna shook her head. "Nothing. I still think we should just let him go andwe'll tell Mrs. Hazelwood. What else can we do?" She was just thenremembering to put her shirt back on."A lot," Mandy answered. "We can do a lot." I'm so sorry," Stuart. They were actually just add-ons so that they could beon hand to evaluate and instruct us as a team. There were eight roomswith six living spaces and two with four spaces. Our rooms were the samesize as the guys, but we had more room because it was deemed as one ofour rewards for being the servants and care takers to the men.Our first afternoon was spent in moving our personal things to our newrooms. Then after dinner at the Dining Hall Dr Stone called us to whatwould be the Recreation room in. Thus leaving her in her often childish and embarrassing panties.Not only does she love it, but so do her subjects, seeing such a powerful and beautiful girl blushing and squealing in her childish panties is quite enjoyable.However, that's not her only tool for her personal humiliation. Wedgies, wetting, and many other things she practices. And she is constantly searching for more.Her mother, Queen Sofia, knows of this personal pleasure, and thinks it's a great way of bonding with her subjects..