.. and then the screen capture. Why hadn’t I deleted them?“I thought it was just an accident,” she said angrily, storming across the room. Then ...he yelled in my face, “But you set me up.”“Your face isn’t visible,” I stammered out. “No one will know it is you.”“Everyone knows we live in the same house,” she snarled. “I have had a hundred texts from friends and horny ex-boyfriends asking if it is really me.”“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think.”“You never think,” she said angrily. Then she grabbed me. He may not have been a salesman, but he was a tough negotiator all the same.“Now, I suppose you will want to see your grandfather’s office?” Getting up, he led the girls and me to an office similar to what I had seen in the medical group. Clear down to the ticker tape. It had all the earmarks of being another of my grandfather’s hidden messages.From the way Mr. Martin Strong talked of it, it was actually an actual office where he would come to work. So now I had to figure out just what sort of. In fact, I bet if I stick a finger up you I'd find a big wad of his cum. Spread your legs and I think I'll find out." You mean you're going to stick a finger up my privates? Don't I have anything to say about all this? What about my privacy?" Spread your legs. I'm going to find out if you've really been screwing around." DO I HAVE TO? This is so embarrassing. If you're going to do it anyway, then please at least lubricate your fingers with the KY jelly." What's the matter - aren't you already. Being a simple woman with simple expectations appealed to me immensely. No matter what the chore was I did it feeling my blood pressure lower as my contentment would rise. All aspects of being Ms. Horne's maid gave me small pleasures. Even greeting guests at the door made me feel like an endearing hostess. I loved welcoming others into Ms. Horne's house. One guest in particular however did stir some latent feelings within me. As it often did, the doorbell rang commanding me to attend its.