It was curled into a ball beside his math book. It was just out of reach and watching him.“Can’t you find something more interesting to do?” Bil... asked the cat.The cat raised its head and licked a paw. It put its head back down and continued to watch him.“Strange cat,” Bill muttered.The cat suddenly sat up and stared at the door.“Is someone at the door?” Bill asked. The words were barely out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. “I guess so.”The cat jumped down from the table and headed towards. As I rushed home my body was exploding with strange anger and desire, as my mind raced in circles endlessly, wondering if I really had a shot in hell here. I collapsed on my bed and soaked myself in the remembrance of her firm warm voice in my head. Housgirl. Not even houselady or house woman? Why would she think of me for that? jesus, talk about degrading! I shed my expensive useless dress in a heap on the floor, and stood there naked and trembling. But not with fear. Anticipation.Still nude,. Tearing off the wrappings he smiled as the pants, shirt and sweater were withdrawn. "Thanks, the outfit is great. Maybe you'd like me to model it for you." Well, I do remember you having me model a lot of outfits for you," she chuckled."And tonight is no exception," he replied handing her the small package.She eyed him suspiciously as she opened the package. "Oh my God, Kenny. You aren't serious!" It was a bra and panty negligee set composed of diaphanous black silk and strings, lots of. After a little more than thirty minutes of clipping andshaping Steph had created a wonderful cut. The sides were not unlike a pageboyand tappered to the back where slave's hair fell past the middle of slave'sback. Master said that He loved it and told Steph that she is even better thani had told Him she was. Steph said she wasn't sure how much of the hair she couldbrush off of slave's dress. Master said not to bother and instructed me to takeoff the dress and shake the hair off of it. The dress.