He stood up, knowing he must show the proper respect to Gemma. He had after all handed to her control over him whenever his figures were poor. “So, ...ou have dismal figures again do you young man?” Gemma demanded. “Yes Miss. Sorry. I thought they would be better.” Daniel insisted he has to show Gemma proper respect whilst being disciplined. “But you didn’t. You just free wheeled didn’t you. You just wasted your time didn’t you.” It was a statement. “Yes Miss. I know Miss.” Gemma was enjoying. And most professionals complete the job they were suppose to do. You didn't even finish my massage, " I said, as I stepped right in front of her causing her to back against the shower door. All she could say was, "your screwed up in the head."I smiled, "Do you always follow naked married men who are screwed up in the head into the bathroom after you tease them with a half ass massage?"With her back against the shower door and no where to go, I forced my hand up her skirt to feel her warm wet. Her fertile imagination had supplied that scenario as well. She imagined a slave holder, who looked a little like Rhett Butler, on some plantation, looking over a new shipment of slaves one day. His eye would have fallen on her great great grandmother, who was, no doubt, a tall, thin, well muscled woman from the Massai, used to walking or running long distances. She would have had the high, conical breasts that Jessica had, with thick, black nipples that reflected light, making them look. I was standing outside on the street when I saw the door to the neighbor’s house open and the owner walked out. He was dressed in a button-down shirt, beige khaki pants and his hair was neatly combed. When he saw me he did a double take and then seemed to take a deep breath. I watched as he approached me and when he was just a few feet away he cleared his throat.“Hello, young lady. Are your parents at home?”“Yeah, why do you ask?”He looked away from me and I realized why. My dress had slipped.