This is Sophie’s story. ** Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let alone g...ing to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At just sixteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth. If there is anything. I mean, it would have been fine. We could have done -- or not done -- whatever we pleased. Nobody was going to force us into an uncomfortable situation. Those two women are good people." So, then, how do you know they meant anything else, by making the invitation?" I asked."I guess I don't exactly 'know' they meant more," Tess said, "but Bonnie told me that her maid's daughter -- Vanessa? -- was straight, and that she -- Bonnie -- was certain that Vanessa and Our Boy Will, here, could have a. I tried to think aboutsomething else. My sore feet were an almost welcome distraction.I could swear that Housekeeper Four always found the longest route towalk to anywhere. She would try and make me walk as far as possible andas fast as possible whenever she had the chance. It was probably justmy imagination. I had no idea where I was in the building most of thetime so I had no way to be certain.She led me to a room not much different from the one I had been inbefore. It was small, windowless. Amy, are you ready?" Amy's mom asked openly. "One minute I'm in the shower" Amy said. "Ok, I'll be downstairs waiting" Amy's mom replied. My heart was racing I thought I was having a panic attack, maybe I was. I could see Jennifer's bathroom from where I was hiding with Amy still in the running shower. She shut the shower off and stepped out, greeted by Jennifer. Amy turned around and rested her arms against the shower door with her ass facing outward. I watched Jennifer kneel down, and eat my.