Okay, where the hell do I sit? I sure as fuck didn't want to sit next to eighteen and nineteen. That would be like banging your Aunt in front of your ...other. That situation I definitely wanted to give a miss. I'd probably drown in the innuendo knowing those two.It was Janet, surprise, who arranged the chairs on the Titanic. "Betty," she pointed, "You sit there. Vera, that one. Ellie, there," She turned and gave me that smile I'd seen many times lately. The one where whatever scheme she was. Some of the gentlemen would bring their gentleman’s gentlemen and I was attracted to one of them. I began to understand why I was ‘slightly contemptuous of the other servants’ as Martha had described me. I had been educated as part of the family where my mother had been in service and had hoped to get a position as a governess. I had failed, perhaps because I was too young and attractive to be acceptable where there were young men in the household. Maybe, just maybe, I might get a post when I. .. we will grab that and assign his name to it. There — now you at least got the most important people in there!”“Yeah, I haven’t talked to Brian in a long time!”BUZZShe handed me back the phone, it was Sarah, “Hey, good looking!”“Hey, Beautiful!” I responded missing her.Claire put it on speakerphone, and heard her mother’s voice, and slapped me hard on the back.“You just got me in trouble,” I told her. “Call me back!”I felt a sofa pillow hit my head hard.“Claire, I am beat right now, would it. He runs his hands all over my curves. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs and slowly parts them.He runs his fingers over my slit and I feel myself get wet with desire. Now I need him in me. A moan escapes my lips.He teases my clitoris as his lips claim mine once more.He slowly puts an arm under me and unhooks my bra in one quick, fluid motion. He raised it over my head so it lay resting there. He fondles my breasts with both his hands. His thumbs gently massaging my sensitive nipples earning a.