‘Yes, Mistress. Thank you.’ I responded with a soft moan. ‘Right, stand up! It’s time for your chores. I want you to empty these shelves a...d clean them, then put the books and CDs back in order.’ I stood and curtsied. ‘Yes, mistress.’ Marci returned to her computer while I emptied the shelves, remembering to always bend from the waist. Marci watched for a while, enjoying the sight of my stocking tops and arse being displayed like that, then got down to looking through her collection. I unlatched it and through it in the box in disgust. I searched and finally found a tee shirt and pulled it on. What was once a loose shirt, was now seriously tight. I took it off, and searched once more. I finally found a tee shirt of Marks, and pulled it on. It was still a little tight in the chest, but it worked much better. I looked in the mirror and saw a homeless person in front of me. It was absurd. I went to the kitchen but realized that there was nothing. I grabbed my keys and purse. Charlotte had not expected Helen to be as hard-handed as she was proving to be. Secondly, because she was aware that she was leaving a damp patch on the young teacher’s lap. And finally, because she was hoping that her lovely Form Mistress would indeed soothe her after the punishment was over. She wiped her eyes with her right hand.“Yes, Miss Downey. I’m sorry, Miss Downey. I only did it so I could find out what a punishment from you was like. I’m sorry, Miss.” The seventeen-year-old sniffed. He wanted to take it out on the lake to make sure it ran ok. He asked me to go up to the house to get Lin and we would all go. I ran back up to the house and found her in the kitchen finishing up. When she saw me and that we were alone she rushed into my arms. She held me tight crushing her huge breasts between us. She said, “Will, I've tried to keep away from you, but I can't help myself. I am thankful that your Father brought me to this country. I now know it's you who I am meant to be.