"Stacy, we were just made adults today. We're supposed to act responsibly. Instead, we've turned Jenny into a quivering mass of Jell-O. We should let ...enny regain some composure. Let's talk about our own situations for a while."Stacy rose and went over to her mother. "These panties aren't doing her any good. We can see right through them. They can't hold any more moisture. She might even be a little cooler without them." With that, she reached for the waistband of Jenny's panties. Grasping. Shesimply let the vibrators run, teasing me to the point of madness, whileshe applied pink lipstick, then pink lip-gloss with glitter. Shecontinued with eye shadow and blush. Soon I had as much make-up as Icould possibly have, with no regard as to how slutty or girly I looked.My mistress reattached my leash and led me then neck first back to mycage. She told me, you are to clean the house. If you need me I'll be inthe bedroom. And with that she left. She had forgotten to take thevibrator off my. ”“You know my name?”“Oh, yes sir. Mrs. Jenson told me to take care of things.” The girl curtsied a second time. “I’m Jeanine, sir, the maid. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank you, Jeanine. Uh, call me John.”“Oh, no sir. I couldn’t do that.”John was saved from a fruitless argument by Malcolm coming in from the large room opposite the parlor. “Thank you, Jeanine,” he said. Turning back to John, he said, “Come on. Let’s make you another drink,” and led the way into the parlor. Jeanine. I felt like just crawling into bed and forget about this awful day, awful night, awful life but I felt sweaty and sticky from the walk and the rain so decided I’d take a hot shower. As the hot water ran down my body and I soaped myself all over, my hands washing my body became smoother, caressing my skin. As my fingers circled my nipples, I let out a little moan as I bit my lip. I closed my eyes fantasizing that someone was there with me, touching me. These were not my hands; they were HIS.