"I don't know why you bother with all that. You know you're just going to have to undress anyway."Helen sighed. "I don't like to think about it. I'm s...ill not comfortable with this; anyway you hardly wear clothes at all nowadays! So you're used to it."Nina reflected that Helen was probably right; then she looked at her watch. "Hurry up! We've still got to get ready."Helen glanced at her own watch and immediately stopped dawdling and practically ripped the rest of her clothes off and threw them. I pressed my hands on my ass, the burning sensation to strong. The man slapped my hands away and pinched my butt cheek.“Please, stop hurting me.” I told him as I straightened myself out; again the man slapped my ass. Horrifying as it was, the man behind me chuckle, he was enjoying this and having fun. “Please, stop this.” Another slap on my ass and I was on the floor, writhing away.The man unbuckled his belt and my eyes widened, “What are you doing?” I asked, fearing for the worst.“I’m going to. ’‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘Because I often wear sneakers?’He shrugged.‘You have no idea, Alex. I love to dress up at times.’The sales girl came back then with a box in her hands. She opened it and took out the red heels. Louise sat down and removed her sandals. Again Alex noticed the nice shape of her feet. Then she slid them into the shoes and stood up. She walked over to the mirror, not once stumbling on the heels, which must have been around four inches high. In contrary, she walked in a. I fell to my work with an enthusiasm that surprised me,and actually found myself whistling one bright afternoon. It was then announced to me that I would be serving at dinner thatevening, to the Master and Mistress and his guests. The Master's guestswere a prominent Lord and Lady who had traveled the distance fromLondon, and I knew he intended to offer them the best that could beprovided. For two days we had been cleaning the castle from top tobottom in such a fashion as hadn't been done in.