Even Mr. Crawford noticed when I arrived with the horses. I also had to make a sugar delivery for Old Man Spencer. He’d called me shortly after I sp...ke with Don.“What’s got your panties in a wad?” Spencer chuckled at me.“The President’s being an idiot,” I replied.“No, he’s not,” Spencer replied with a smirk.“He’s trying to arrange a peace treaty with the Nicaraguans thinking that he’ll get people to vote for him,” I replied.“I didn’t say he wasn’t an idiot,” he laughed at me.“But...” I tried to. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. I think the fact I had seen the girls do nastier things made it easier for me to just be open to the new experience.“Now make out,” Niggerdix wanted me to kiss Waverly with his remaining time. There was nothing I would rather do than kiss Hayden but I had never kissed Waverly.“Not with my own Daddy, Mr. Niggerdix!” Waverly could barely contain her amusement at the character she was playing as she pretended to be reluctant and then pulled me to her so that we could. A sense of helplessness and dread flooded my senses. Never before had I felt as vulnerable as I did that moment. I also wondered about my friend, my mistress, my companion, as to what her fate was going to be. As the flood of emotions percolated, I felt my dress being lifted up and my bare ass exposed. A rush of dread hit me. They finally took the blind folds off of my eyes, and I began to take in the room and the view. The room was set up as a “dominatrix” room, completed with sexual play. She would either do things the way I preferred, or else go find another place to work and live."What difference does it make? You aren't sleeping here tonight anyway." Were you planning on changing the sheets on Monday, before we went to bed?" That was ridiculous, but I had to ask the question anyway."You don't need clean sheets every day. I have enough to do without having two extra loads of wash to do every day. Twice a week is plenty."I wasn't born rich, and I don't think I'd gotten too.