I told her that I did, she poured us a coffee and we sat down. Her hair and make-up was all done, she looked absolutely gorgeous as always. We had our...coffee, a cigarette and talked. She asked if I enjoyed the last two days and I told I did. She asked what I had planned for today and I told I had to do some laundry and catch up on some things at the house. I asked her what she was going to do and she said she had some laundry to do too, as well and she had to get ready for next week. The phone. "A real gourmet, I see," Celia said as she came up to me."Hey, Celia. Are you staying the night?" I asked."I'm staying the week. I have too much stock in there to walk away and assume security will just take care of everything. Besides, I need to fire some more mugs," she said."You've got a kiln in there? I didn't see it when I came by." It's behind the shop. I didn't want a propane kiln destroying the illusion of the Renaissance." It's less of a Renaissance Festival these days than a Steampunk. At first, I merely spanked the clever but devious maid’s spectacularly lean and muscular bottom with my heavy hand, yet she persisted in her tales of untold wealth and fortune and I sensed that whilst the story might still be only a figment of her vivid imagination, there was no doubt that Mistress Annette believed it with every pore of her proud and luscious body.I must shamefully confess that I used her glorious flesh for my consummate delight repeatedly that night of the fortune’s telling. Then, as if to be cruel, she stopped at the top of my pubic bone! My god she was trying to kill me! I was struggling to throw my body toward her, to complete what she had started.Reaching over she started a recording of my band section. "I love to hear you play while I do," she whispered. "It excites me more, hearing your excellent playing." Even as she started moving again, I swear I could feel my heart beat in time with the music. Almost not paying attention, I was brought back to what she.