It was a kneelength, black skirt, black pantyhose, a black, cotton short-sleevedshirt and black sneakers.The thought of wearing it took over me. I lov...d the feel of all thoseclothes, and I would be wearing them for weeks, not my normal day or so.The idea of being in the lowest position of one of my own salons filledme with a strange delight. I couldn't understand it, but I reallyrelished the thought of being seen as the lowliest girl in the shop.I had thought about it before. I dreamt about. Bell whispered to her, earning me another beautiful smile.Colleen returned and gave us a report on the salient facts and how she'd handle taking care of them. It seemed to break the tension, and we all enjoyed dinner much more, with the awkward stage behind us.Mrs. Bell was first to broach the subject of my health. "Brian Dear, are you in pain? I don't see the things I thought I should see if you are nearing the end. What am I missing, son? What should I be seeing that I'm too dense to. The only problem is that if I have the keys, I can take it off at any time. I am asking you to keep the keys form me as long as you think that I need to be locked up. It would be YOUR decision and not mine. You would be doing me a great favor. I promise to do more housework around here if you help me. Please?" Sally reluctantly agreed. IN the beginning, she would let me out once per week to have sex but other wise didn't show much interest. I was happy too. All I could do is think of. Soon she was pumping like there was no end to the day. Her arm was twisting as she went in and out and it felt as if my insides were going to follow her hand. This went on for what felt like hours but soon she pulled out and let me down but not before a large plug went in. This was to keep me open or so she said, for what I didn't know. When we got home she had me draw her a bath and wash her body. I made her dinner and then let her relax on the bed as I curled at her feet.I am not sure how.