”----As the bath was filling with water, the two of us had to deal with the aftermath of one part of our playing around. “Do we really have to do ...his?” I whined as I tried wiping the make-up off my face, my efforts looking as though I was only spreading the mess.“Sorry, but it has to be done,” Emma said, “unless you want to look like a panda in the morning. I might love you, but my guess is your boss won’t if you looked like that.” Not surprisingly her own removal attempt was more effective. In fact it's the reason I'm here now doing what I'm doing.The bastard laughed at us but only for a very brief second, because after the first ha ha, my would-be rescuer kicked him in the side so hard I was sure I heard a rib snap. The bastard got really God damned quiet after that."Thanks mister," said Bertie over her shoulder, as she dragged us out of there and onto an elevator. We could come back for our carts later. I was done cleaning the room I was doing anyway."What am I going to do. Her tortures were her own. She loved them that way. Unknown to Lydia, one who longed in the night just for the stolen exposure to her willful self-possession that was Lydia’s private sin of flesh she diligently sought to keep secret from all the world but herself had been laid bare to other watchful eyes for these many past months. At the foot of the steps, with candle in hand, Annalette preceded her in the hallway so that she would be first to open her Lady’s door. ‘Are you chilled M’lady,. Her once neat chestnut hair untidy now. He fetched the hairbrush, she loved him brushing her hair, it was the thing his dad had always done. perhaps Dad`s form of sexual foreplay. Regular slow sweeps of the brush had her smiling, humming a tune, and waving her arms about like a conductor, obviously enjoying the feelings. He stood behind her chair, and she slowly quietened, drifting into her dream world once more, she looked distant and muttered “That’s nice Cyril, Mmmm that’s nice,” which.