I got there first the next morning around 5:30am and noticed that another car was in the drive. I yelled for Gladys that I was there but no response s... I went on about my business. Then I went to use the rest room and walked to the other side of the house to use the working one when I walked pass a room with the lights on and door cracked, I notice a two bodies moving and one on the bed naked with their but hanging of the edge half naked. I stood and watched but quietly went around the corner, . My hand naturally reached down to my dick and I started rubbing it slowly, thinking about the little girl in the room downstairs, I was nearly hard when there was a knock at the door. I opened my eyes and took my hand away from my dick quickly "yeh?" I said. "Can I use the bathroom?" I heard Sarah saying outside. My mind froze, and I paused, thinking of the right thing to do, should I let her in, or tell her to wait. I took a mintue replying then said nervously, "yeh ok come in". I reached up. About the weather. But that was long ago, back whenI thought someone cared what I had to say. Now, I know better. Thesedays, I am a voiceless one. I am the one who curtsies. I am the servantin the back seat, staring at my hands.And then, everything changed. Everything.Suddenly, there were flashing police lights behind our car. I twistedto look. Oh, my God. We were Thelma and Louise, wanted women. Outlaws.* * *Mistress Rebecca she swore gently under her breath. "Damn," she said."How fast was I. A cab dropped us at another mid-level yet expensive hotel two blocks from the waterfront. I wanted to walk, to burn off nervous energy. After depositing our bags in the nicely appointed room, we left.I set a fast pace. Callie had no problem keeping up, her strides long and graceful. We hit the waterfront, a long, curving section with a sandy beach and a retaining wall acting as a broad sidewalk - the Promenade des Anglais. Across from the beach were beautiful, traditional French buildings, some.