I slumped my shoulders and wandered back to the broken glass.“Fuck deluxe! Shit giggles!” I smiled for my stupid expletives. “Cunt smuggling, tw...t gargler ... Ah, I miss Rena. Lawrence and Lorraine were clearly my decisions, what do you think she would’ve named her own kids?”I didn’t answer. Great. My blood pooled in my shirt which I had wrapped around one of the bigger blades of glass. I wormed it around the edge of the door. I found three bolts on one side, it clearly opened outward. I. I did whatever Icould to be the sweet little maid that Ms. Jennifer wanted me to be.While I had to admit it was kind of fun, my hazel eyes were hiding agreat big wound my "best friend" had inflicted.It didn't help matters that I was not permitted to eat with our guests,but instead had to eat my meals in the kitchen in between running torefill their wine glasses and retrieve dinner plates and set up fordessert. And what I was allowed to eat was controlled too, as part ofthat diet I was on since. Bella, you have the most amazing tits. I wish I had your tits! she would look at me shyly, Bella can I lick them? despite how flooded my pants became every time she said that I always laughed it off and pushed her back into her own seat, telling her to put her seatbelt on. But my birthday was Saturday and Friday night Jessica and I were going into Seattle to one of the biggest clubs in the state. She said that she knew one of the bartenders there because they were cousins and she could get us. Still clothed in my trousers and t-shirt, I lay down next to her, leaning up on an elbow, and ran a hand over her warm stomach, wondering where to start my exploration of her body.What I wasn't expecting was her to reach up and kiss me, hard, on the lips. But it felt so good, so right, that I responded instantly, our tongues meshing, my hand sliding across her hips and down to her arse, pulling our bodies together. We broke apart, and I looked at her closely, her eyes shining. "Please fuck me,".