To make matter worse, I had to pee again.Just as I was about to relieve myself again, I heard the key jiggling in the lock, I glanced up the best I co...ld from my fetal position to see Mistress Jennifer and Mary walk through the door. It looked as if they had been drinking some after dinner and were making out all the way to the bed. I prayed she would come over and free me or even just gave me a clean diaper and some water, but they both ignored me and laid down on the bed continuing to make. I dont understand why they treat me badly because I do everything I can to be nice to them and make them feel welcome, even to the point of making myself look pretty for them. I put on false eye lashes, eye shadow, lipstick, rouge, and I always have stocking over my freshly shaved legs, a short French maids skirt, high heels and French perfume. My French maid outfits all have scoop necks that put my breasts on display. But instead of being polite and kind to me, Mommys mean boyfriends call me. Then I went back into the house for coffee, before I drove to the softball field. I got there by nine that morning. I ran for an hour so I was up to six miles most mornings. I still wasn't setting the world on fire, but I was worn out by the time I got home from the field.Then I had a whole day with nothing to do. That looked like it was going to be my schedule till the forty days and night passed till I assumed office. That was only if the board of elections certified the election, if not it. "Carefully he peeled the blankets off her and she whimpered into the duct tape, uselessly begging her attacker to leave her alone.She stared up at him, her body trembling as he took it all in. Hard nipples stood at attention, they looked to be sitting atop firm B cup tits. He bent down and lifted her nightgown up over her hips and she shrieked again. His head in between her legs, he paused a moment and took a deep breath of her aroma.She sobbed, feeling him tug her panties down as if in slow.