The shit!Although he’d poured me a cup of the delicious-smelling brown liquid, he'd strategically placed it on the other end of the breakfast bar, n...xt to warm croissants he'd zapped in the microwave. So, in order to eat breakfast, I had to walk past him. Pretending not to notice his deliberate provocation, I made my way across the kitchen, my heels clicking like snapped branches, on the tiled floor. As I picked up the steaming beverage, his hand disappeared beneath my skirt.~o0o~Despite my. Buddy and Ed made enough to keep the households going while we got new jobs, which wouldn't take too long, and Dave and Ed knew that they'd never find another two girls who could replace us. Oh, there were plenty of good secretaries around, but not too many good ones who also cleaned their pipes.It was all over in a few days. They had no choice. Dave announced it."We have to tell you girls that we both think we're crazy to go along with this. We didn't want to agree, but OK." Fuck you." You. .. that gipsy-bitch... how she deserved to suffer! Once she had been one of Quentin’s servants, in charge of Melissa. Now it was her turn to know unrelieved agony of mind and body. Perhaps, thought Melissa, at that very moment she was feeling Miss Judith’s tawse across her bottom. Maybe she was sweating and straining on the treadmill. Perhaps one of the giant blacks was fucking her brutally. Rosalie wouldn’t enjoy that at all, being a true lesbian. Melissa sighed again, feeling the lustful joy. I bought her a new computer and set her up with a desk and study station in her bedroom. Brenda and I would tutor her when she was having problems, but the tutoring usually consisted of clarifying certain tasks or challenges.To my delight, Brenda began spending more and more time at the house. It began with weekends and progressed to a couple evenings a week. Now she spends Friday night until Sunday evening and practically every weekday evening with us. About the only time we don't see her is.