I listened as all this came pouring out of her, thinking to myself that most people would tell her to count herself lucky, and take the damn car. I ho...estly have no idea why I said what I did next."Tell him to stuff the car," I said without thinking.She paused, and looked like I had slapped her. "Really? He won't get mad?" Not if he loves you," I shuffled, thinking fast now that I had stepped in it. "What I'm hearing you say is that you don't want to be a bird in a gilded cage. So don't be. If. " he took out a sheaf of papers. "You'll find them in order." Madame Olga dismissed the papers with a wave. "Look about, but don't touch the girls. They don't get many young male visitors." "Indeed," he said. "None of your girls would happen to be hiding a...sweetheart, would they?" He looked at me significantly. I shook my head daintily, and smiled. "I should hope not!" Olga laughed. "If they did, they would be sent home immediately! I won't have any of that under MY roof,. How can we help you?” Came a deep throaty voice from the earpiece of the phone.“Can I please hire a maid?” Kit asked softly, his hands sweating a bit.“Why of course you can darlin’. Just tell me what type of girl you want?”I have a thing for rather… wild submissive girls. Maybe a catgirl? She doesn’t need the ears or tail, someone around 20, petite with a nice bust, and long blonde hair.”“Well sir, that sounds like a lot of fun. I do have one girl. James was an Army NCO a couple of years older and more mature than us, which was nice. He was not as tall as Marcus, but nice, 6 foot 2 or so. He was also the first black man I would call cute, and being without sex for a couple of weeks, I decided to try something new. I got dressed up nicely, white blouse and a mid size skirt to show off my fit, athletic legs enough to show them off, but not too short to say slut. Add in my favorite pumps with my toenails polished red,and I was as sexy as.