I did not needlots of attention, what I needed was as little attention as possible.The day started in a normal way, just mainstream, dressing up in a ...aiduniform to get into the right mood. Feeling how good it was for me. Thiswas my lifestyle. It was only me, alone at home. Nobody else must see meas a maid. Apart from those who helped me of course. Those who helped meto dress properly, appear properly, apply makeup, do my hair, to curtseyof course and to serve and to obey. All of it important. Actually we hadn’t even found a place to try to put the hobo jungle. It was like I insisted on bathrooms nearby and that infuriated Gerome. The reason was that without sanitation the whole project would be easy to dismiss out of hand. We needed to make it work, before we could even start to raise awareness among the common folks.We spent a month exploring places. Every one of them got shot down for one reason or another. We wanted get a site approved. I could only guess what the reason the. Terror grips Susan again as she is left in total darkness. Instinctively, she summons her arms to pull the hood from her head, but again the only response she receives is more pain from her torn wrists, yet her sobs continue unabated. Susan had little time to think about her newly darkened world as strong arms reach under her, scoop her up and fling her onto her attackers shoulder. She was blind, but could still tell she was being carried downstairs, and to her horror, toward the front. He cock pounded her arse, causing her flesh to ripple. She was swathed in sweat. Another girl took two steps towards me, then collapsed on the floor. They were blondes, both with short hair, like mine. And like mine there tits were big. The screaming continued. I continued towards them. They weren’t alone, three others were there, sitting on stools at the bar. It didn’t shock me, none of it. I knew what Lothar was like. I knew what his wonderful cock could do. I wanted it, needed it. I was.