Jaq came home from her shopping trip at a little after three in the afternoon."You know Clive and Dan are coming over this evening," Jaq barked. She h...nded me a bag and told me to get myself ready.Dan and Clive had fucked Jaq the previous evening and I had performed cleaning duties when she arrived home. Jaq had told me that Clive was bi and interested in meeting me. Once upstairs, I emptied the contents of the bag; lacy pink panties, black hold-ups, a black basque and some high heel shoes in. I lean over her. I try to keep my breath from her lips. My brandy breath. What lips they are!"How do you feel?" I ask."Overall, I feel fine," she says, looking up at me. Trusting. Almost naked! "Just this ... niggle," she says. I glance at her bra. It is black. The cups are full to overflowing. I swallow."May I?" I ask.She gives her assent, or so I assume, by closing her eyes.I control my shaking hands as they go to the front clasp of her bra. I should not be doing this. I know I should not be. Try to calm down. Let's go home. Piper and I will have a nice hot bath and you and I will have a lot of alcohol and talk."He chuckled and exclaimed, "You're fucking amazing! After all the crap you just experienced you're worried about me. Dumb fuckin' broad!"I smiled because he said it with love. It was a huge relief. I was afraid of how he was going to react after witnessing some of the things I've been telling him about all week. I was relieved when I heard his voice. I didn't get the. Harriet’s eyes lit up like a child in a sweet shop, rushing towards the ornately decorated screens at the back of the shop to try the gown on and stroking the cloth like an old friend as her maid unlaced the back of her dress. Meanwhile, the merchant’s daughter admired her ravishing reflection in the glass opposite, turning this way and that to make it as difficult as possible for Lucinda to help her out of her current garment. Eventually the crimson silk graced Harriet’s form, and she grinned.