She had been showing a friend, Madeleine, around the house. Surprisingly Madeleine decided she would like to see the kitchen so the pair had waltzed i... unannounced. Here they came across the scullery maid Sally. She had been busy cleaning out the huge walk-in oven and was very dirty and tatty from her labours. The two friends burst out laughing at the sight as the servant curtsied before them. Although Sally had worked in the house for three years she had never before seen her young Mistress. Even their faces looked similar, the same shade of lipstick, the same dab of rouge on each cheek, each girl wearing the same sequined costume. For the first time Rita was convinced she was as good a dancer as anyone, certainly as good as any of these girls on the stage with her.As usual the club was crowded, all the tables filled at midnight. Half the people in the club looked like rich Park Avenue swells and the rest looked like gangsters of one sort or another. The liquor was served in coffee. I pulled down his shorts and undies slowly. His penis was standing tall, just like him. Muscular.I sat on my knees, up close to his erect penis.I could see the veins thick around the shaft, the glistening smooth skin around the penis, the head eager to come out of the foreskin. I reached out and pulled the foreskin back. The head eased out smoothly with lubrication from precum.I held his shaft for the first time. It felt soft and hard at the same time.I rubbed my thumb on the head of his penis. Beyond that are a few contraptions clearly for more intense questioning.Shly Uhka walks around the table and heads to a door near a large window. On the other side of the window is a small room for observation. No handle on the door. She looks through the window to find nothing. Taking a few steps back from the door suddenly a few lights blink above her, she tilts her head up to see the blinking lights pointing to something. She reaches her right hand up. She jumps when clamps trap her.