The peckingorder in the house was even more defined now and I was definitely thelast in it.I couldn't resist the temptation to look at myself in the h...llway largemirror as I was doing the final mopping.I looked at the image of an overworked and exhausted domestic. Myuniform dress was wet at its hem form my kneeling to wash all thedifficult corners of the floor where the mop couldn't reach; Signora wasvery particular about that. My apron was also covered with wet spotsfrom slaving earlier in. ”“Breakfast dinner, eh? I think you’ll find this much more satisfying,” she said as she just filed right past me and down the hall into the kitchen.It took me a second to react and I turned to follow her. I found her in the kitchen grabbing a fork from the drawer and heading towards the mushroom omelet that I had just finished.“Jenn loved your omelets.” Great, we were going to have another trip down memory lane. This was not what I needed today. She took the fork and had a bite, then. Normally I can make Debi Sue cum 4-5 times before I get there, and then I’m good to keep going for a few more, but not this time. I felt like I’d just shot five years of my life inside of her, and I was toast. We lay there, our sweaty chests stuck together, trying like hell to catch our breath. I knew it was gonna be good, but not like THAT.Abby started giggling softly, and she kissed my cheek. “Wow, baby. That was even better than advertised!” we kissed slowly, sensuously, our limbs. What could it be? “Wh-what is it?”“Well, I thought you should know something before you hang up on me. I secretly recorded our evening together.”“You did WHAT?” I yelled into the phone, forgetting that I did not want Mom to know I was on the phone.“That’s right. So before you hang up on me you should know that I’m able to not only put it out on the Internet but can also send copies to your friends, your family and even y our Mom.”My heart sank. Was he bluffing? How would I even know?“Oh, and.