Chandler was a woman in her mid to late forties, tall, slim and very business-like. She was often seen strutting around the school and seemed to have ...n innate ability to appear whenever mischief was occurring, to the detriment of the miscreants. Today she was wearing a dark sand-coloured suit, single-breasted with a short skirt. It wasn't as short as either of the girls' skirts but was of a fashionable length. Under the fitted jacket she wore a high necked black blouse. Her dark hair was. I dropped my towel and sat on his back, started on his back and shoulder, and worked my way down his whole body, nothing was being Sue just the occasional low moan from him. He was virtually asleep by the time I got to his feet, but a little nudge and he turned over, again I sat across his body again with his flaccid penis tucked safely in between my leg, and started on his chest, and again working down moving myself slowly down his body, but leaving his penis to come back to later. I arrived. Order returned to her senses. She was alive. Lifting her head, she realized she was no longer shackled. The bracelets were still on her wrists and she reached and touched them. "Leather," she thought to herself.Then as she coughed, she came to the realization, the ball was no longer in her mouth. Wiggling her legs informed her she was no longer shackled there either.Confusion set in to her as the haze lifted more. She was sitting. Sitting in some sort of metal chair.She shook her head and. "She led me through to her main room where the table had been set, twocandles on it, a small vase with flowers and the starter already set out. She sat at the head of the table and I went to sit at the only other placelaid, but she stopped me saying."On the rare occasions when you dress as my maid, you will have to adopt adifferent way of sitting. Instead of smoothing your dress under you asladies normally do, you must fluff your petticoats and skirt up, so thatyou are sat with your panties.