Mr. Wilson went on toexplain to Candice that one key reason the staff preferred certaintraditions, such as wearing the relatively old-fashioned unifor...s andaddressing the Master/Mistress of the house in a formal manner, is thatthe formalities weeded-out new hires who weren't serious aboutmaintaining the dignified standards of the estate. Candice concurred.The staff's collective attitude was having the same effect on her as themansion's decor. It was as though the estate had a personality of. She roots around in the luggage as I lie in bed still half dreaming. When she emerges from the bathroom, I gasp at her body, lit from just that certain angle by the bath light. She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals which make my cock ache for another go. "OK sleepy head! Get yourself ready...and make it...hot!" I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short. She ran her fingers through her hair, fondled her tits through the cotton blouse, teasingly lifted the hem of ths skirt showing glimpses of the white panties underneath. After about a minute Tania unbuttoned the top of the blouse, stopping with a button just under her breasts. Her hand slipped under the waist of the skirt and she slowly pulled the blouse out. At this point I noticed the music had changed to a lower tempo, but i was way to distracted to pay much attention. Tania then proceeded. He's the Master Carpenter George hired on Monday." Oh, I know who you are. You're that chick with the thing. Hang on a minute."I heard the receiver plunk down, then a male voice yell for Claude to get the phone."This is Claude." Hi, Claude. It's Jill. The chick with the thing." What?" Never mind. Something the guy who answered the phone said. I'm just checking to see if there's anything new we should come in for." OK, I know you are putting together a web site but exactly what is it you need.