I told Trevor under my voice that I'd give him a rimmer he'd never forget as long as we left before we were thrown out. The look on his face was price...ess! I'm just helping you out, Trev. You need the relief. Are you for real? I threw a $20 down on the table and said let's go.We made it back to the house in record time and went inside. I started rolling a joint and Trevor asked if this was actually going to happen. I told him I was getting the party materials together. He said he was going to. She turned around and gasped.The man standing behind her was perfection. He had an appealingly craggy face, and his thick dark hair was swept back from his forehead. His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. His body, all six feet plus of it, was trim. He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burgundy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing there gaping at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree. But there was already someone in the bed, and had the porter managed to pry his stunned eyes away from the semi-naked woman in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder, he would have seen the man was already engaged in an illicit tryst.Lying naked on the huge circular bed in the middle of the expensive hotel room was Dick, restrained by wrists to the iron bedhead and blindfolded, his naked body glowing and defined in the moonlight from the open floor-to-ceiling curtains and blushing with. I hoped the visiting ladieswould not notice.EPILOGUEYou have read how my mother-in-law manipulated me into becoming thehouse-maid. Now she has taken things a step further...She obviously wasn't satisfied that I wore maid's uniforms most of thetime; uniforms that were designed to reveal my knickers and stocking-tops. When her lady friends came round for tea, it was plain to see thatthe maid who waited on them was in fact her daughter's sissy husband, andthey knew that she had sissified both her.