It seemed like every time I felt that I couldn't be any more degraded they proved me wrong.To add to my humiliation, I was beginning to feel the effec...s of this huge overdose of stimulation. It may have been unwanted and clumsy, but it was beginning to have a decided effect. I felt my breath beginning to grow labored as these men attacked my helpless body from all sides. As horrible as it was, I was living out one of my fantasies. If I could have stopped it I would have. But I couldn't, and it. "OMG, can you believe this, Amy?" Daisy said when they were standing outside the classroom. "I know. It's crazy, right?" Amy said. "I just don't know what to think. Spankings? I have never been spanked in my life!" "Yeah, me too! And sexual activity? What do you suppose it means?" "I'm sure we'll find out soon eno... uh, hello? Can we help you?" Amy said, looking at the two girls standing behind Daisy. They were two of the girls that had spoken up in class: Worthington and Preston, Amy. ”Tyche came roaring around the garage, “Is that it?”“Yes, Tyche. Go wash. Hi boys. You go wash too.” The last thing I expected was Alan’s boys hanging out with Tyche.She came back first.“Tyche? What the... ?”“Slave labor.”The driver unloaded the crate and stuffed it in the garage. He even brought his own rollers to slide it on.The packing slip was stapled on the box side along with the instructions.She started reading the instructions.“That’s your daughter?” Asked the trucker. “Isn’t she kinda. I picked up a cart and headed out for my newjob. The dress wasn't so bad and I quickly forgot about it as I wentabout my tasks. At lunch Grace gave me a name badge.Day after day I cleaned the rooms and developed a sort of a routine. Oneroom was a total mess, and as I began cleaning the room I saw two hundreddollar bills on the dresser! But Grace had told me that many people leavetips for the maids, and any money that was left in any of my rooms wasmine! That money almost doubled my wages! About.