”Ann then took lots of measurements and I couldn’t understand why she wanted to take my chest and some of the other measurements but I didn’t ar...ue.While she was doing that I was facing the door and looking at the people passing by. I was hoping that some of them would look in but I didn’t see anyone doing so.Ann measured my inside leg for some reason and when she put the end of the tape up to my pussy she gave my clit a quick flick.I gasped and shuddered and Ann said, “You’ve got a horny one. He spent a lot of time gardening, and she indoors and they are fairly well provided for, with her widows pension and his own pension. They live in their own bungalow, beside a roman road between Canterbury and the Romney marshlands, in Kent. It’s a good hundred yards from the next homestead, and a car is an essential not a luxury. So much for background, anyway we all know about this poxy virus and how we are urged to self-isolate. For them it was not a problem, neither had much of a family,. "Not really fighting," I said, looking over at her. "Just differingideologies."She nodded skeptically. "Differing ideologies?" she asked, arching a brow.I nodded with mock enthusiasm. "Yep. See, I think she's a total bitch, butshe doesn't believe it." Penelope Jean," she said, shaking her head. "That's not a very nice thingto say." Then she smirked. "Even if it is true."After everything from dinner had been put away and cleaned, I returned tomy room and worked on French and British Lit. Mr.. "When?" Just wait and see, my little plaything," Frank said, and turned back toward the conversation.Waiting for my mistress to see fit to pay attention to me, I realized what the life of a slave might be like, unable even to interest her master unless he chose to be interested in her, desperately striving to be found worthy of attention. The thought made me feel warm and wonderful. Perhaps this was really what I was meant to be. I looked shyly up at Cristina - so dark, so strong, so.