He did have a part-time butler-valet, but he too only came in only when asked, although there was a routine cleaning schedule.We sat around after brea...fast, barely dressed and teased Mark only without saying anything. One of us would flash their pussy, or turn so that a breast drooped out of the loose top we each wore, or there’d be a sexually-charged double entendre – ‘I’d love it if you’d come ... in ... to ... my apartment.’Mark got serious after breakfast when we started our second cups of. He felt trapped by his situation or, as Cecilia put it, he constantly had to "put up with his dad's shit".He wondered if either of his parents really loved him at all, or if they were simply going through the motions of parenting. He wondered how much they really cared about his life. It didn't seem like they cared all that much, given the fact that neither of them bothered to maintain any communication with him for the first three months he was in college. They just paid his tuition and turned. I am not one of those nurses who wears pants most of the time, I like the freedom to show a little if I feel like it. How do you think I got Mike? I also wear lace top stockings and a garter belt most of the time rather than pantyhose. In my opinion, Bridget's job is to make me feel better, not to learn a foot fetish by licking my feet or sucking on my toes.If Mike isn't with me I sit down in an easy chair and Bridget lovingly removes my stockings, woe to her should a run develop. Then she. Alan smiled knowingly. "Of course," he said."Chicken!" grinned Becca.Tom grinned back. "Yup!" he said.Nell looked at him contritely. "Sorry, Tom, that was unfair of me." No it wasn't," he said. "You were being bullied by my mother and my cousin and didn't want to upset either of them."Isobel felt her heart swell with pride at the deft way Tom had handled the situation. Becca turned away thinking, "He's really got it bad."Nell just stared at him in stupefaction. He had hit the nail on the head.