It was like some magical, mystical messenger was offering her the key to unlock the doors of her deepest desires. She was not alone! There were other ...irls in dire need but feeling trapped inside a fake image of a boring reality. Dreams could come true! Real joy could come alive!The two girls' conversation was all in hushed tones as Lolita, who could no longer hold back, unburdened herself of the secrets she dared not reveal before. Julie nodded in sympathy but was otherwise silent as her young. I heard the bottle being opened, some glugging of wine being poured, a clink of two glasses and then a pause. I stayed in the kitchen, keeping out of the way.I saw both come into the kitchen. I leant back against the worktop, glass in hand. Paul stood on my side, Alice faced me leaning back. Alice asked if I enjoyed working with Paul, “Of course”, I replied, “he’s helped me out a lot, workwise and with the local area as I'm new around these parts. He’s been very welcoming, such as this evening. “It is not for us to question His Grace,” Colette replied, “He states his requirements, and we fulfill them. I don’t know quite why we’ve been asked to do so much, but please trust that if this workload persists I’ll insist on bringing on a few more girls.”Leana’s face grew a slow, wicked smile. “I shouldn’t mind a few extra hands, mistress, provided we are given seniority when it comes to serving His Grace directly.”Colette sighed with annoyance. “Serve His Grave well and I’m sure he’ll call. Did I ever have sex at all? I complained to her that Frank and I had a full-filling sex life. Heather was laughing hysterically. She said "full-filling sex" sounded like missionary style late Saturday nights. Did poor Becky know what really hot fucking was? By now I was blushing deep red. Does little Becky know how to give head? I twinged and almost drove the car off the road. Heather was shouting that she figured I was sexually starved. No to worry she said. Do what ever she did and maybe I.