Marie just whispered, Yes Mistress. She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet. Well, go ahead, Lora snapped. Marie squeezed ...er eyes shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her feet but fell over sideways. Her legs were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every morning since she moved in with her. That was exactly two weeks ago and it wasnt any easier kneeling there now than it was that first time. Lora went. My dad smiled broadly at her go get ‘em attitude. “That’s just what she needs, Maitena. You can use my office if you like.”She smiled at him gently. “If you don’t mind, I think Rachel’s room would be better. It will help her learning if we work somewhere she feels more relaxed.”As I followed her up the stairs it was pretty hard not to stare at her arse. It looked like someone had blown up a heart-shaped balloon to just short bursting point and wedged it, upside down, under her skirt. I barely. Er, Melinda," he stammered. It's taken a while, but we've finally broken him of calling the girls "Mrs." or "Ms.", although Melinda says he still refers to her as "Doctor" or "Professor" at school."Are you ready for graduation?" Um, I guess." When I talk to him, he is friendly and engaging. Smart, too. But when around my girls, he becomes a tongue-tied little kid who's in puppy love with my buxom wife."Have you decided what you're going to do next year?" Melinda asked. While she seemed to be. She was intent on a career in the navy, or failing that a good marriage - she did not care how she did it, and what she had to do to get it. The relative poverty of life in industrial Birmingham was not a way of life she had any intention of going back to.After being appointed as John's Secretary it had not taken long, to get him into bed. It had all happened on the night of the Wardroom dance - his wife Debbie was chatting to some officers in the bar, and John had asked her to dance. Janice.