”“Sweet talker you are. I’ve been reading your co-worker story. Did this REALLY happen, you know between you and I.”“Yes ma’am, just as it...is written.”“Holly shit man, this was hot, and I think you still have some chapters coming don’t you?”“Yes I do but I’m really too busy to write these days, so it will have to wait. What did you like about it especially?”“The part where you put your hands under her skirt and grab her from the front and the back at the same time. That really got my juices. Sometimes in the afternoons we would bump into each other while working around the house. Cathy would give me one of her seductive little smirks and it would be a race to see who could make it to the bed first. I always lost which meant I had to give her at least two orgasms before we could get it on for real. I don't mind losing that race at all.One day early in December I got a call from my attorney to come see him. I met him at his office the next day and he handed us two checks. One made. There was a strict hierarchy in the house. Everybody it seemed liked to be above somebody else, telling them what to do, how to behave. Mr. Barwick and Mrs. Cavendish by virtue of age and position were the most senior although ultimately it was Lady Colville whose authority went unquestioned and around whom we all knew our place. Alice was in the unenviable position of being the youngest, even Elise a year younger than I, would scold her if the fires weren’t kept correctly or she was late with. “I wonder what your father would say if he knew what a fine little trollop his darling girl has become.” Her query triggered my overly fertile imagination to create a picture of my father’s shocked face if he walked in and caught me now, my tutor’s juices still shining wetly on my face as she spanked me, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I felt my climax come crashing down on me while Maitena’s hand slapped my wet cunt relentlessly as I stiffened in orgasm. I rolled gracelessly onto.