“Not authentically exact to be honest,” a female voice from behind her said.Mary turned to see one of the shop assistants standing behind her. “...o it isn’t... Sister Josephine would have had a fit if she’d had to wear this! My entire class would have had a fit if she had!” Mary replied.“A convent girl as well?” answered the young woman. She was very pretty with auburn hair and at least five studs in the exposed ear that Mary could see. She was dressed like any shop assistant in any shop in the. You picked up a dish from the dishwasher, ?you do not get the privilege of using this machine, wash them with your hands,? you handed me the dish. ?Yes Master,? I responded as I started to do them by hand. * * * * *As I watched you put away the groceries I saw a box of oatmeal, I was surprised you had bought it; you knew it was something I liked. My spirits lifted but after hours of being on my feet they had started to swell, my hands were pruned and sensitive to. .." I can't do anything about that. Regulations. Just doing my job." But can't you just un-clamp it again?" More than my job's worth, Madam..." Look, this is serious. I really do need my car now - this minute." And she stamped her pretty foot.I just shrugged and said nothing. She gave another deep sigh, as I took the opportunity of inspecting her a bit closer. Not quite a beauty, but a very handsome, expensive piece of goods. Distinctly arousing..."Is there no way round this?" She was trying. “Lucy,” Greta said it as if she were hosting the world’s most sadistic game show, “your turn.”Lucy snapped out of her self reflective mood at the mention of her name. Those green eyes were now looking straight into her own. Greta held her gave for a moment, before gesturing to Lucy to come closer. The girl looked confused, wondering how she was supposed to get herself over to this woman in her predicament. However, once she felt the hands on her arse she realised. Mehmet pushed Lucy along the.