Anderson?"Heather smiled indulgently. "Your mistress tells me you're quite a goodmaid."He waited silently for a direct question or order."She says you...keep a diary. May I see it?"He stared at the floor in horror. His Maid's Notebook containedintimate secrets, including the punishments he had received, why he haddeserved them, and what he had learned from them.His wife interrupted his thoughts to say irritably, "Cecilia, what areyou waiting for?" Yes, Ms. Anderson," he curtsied, and hurried. The growing restriction caused more pain and my struggles lessened. You stood over thescene, looking down on your disciples and your victim, savouring this straight woman?sinitiation into your private and secret world were there were no limits on fetishand no restrains on your powers. My strugglesslowly diminished to a resignation of my state, and a fear of what ?delights?you would force upon me. My husband and daughters would all be concerned at mynon appearance in the airports concourse, and. Her body, from her breasts which attract a man then feed the progeny she carried for him, to her wide hips with which to endure the passage of that progeny, to the instant heat in her loins, getting her ready, without even trying, for him to penetrate her, does everything it can to entice that man to release his semen inside her.Then just knowing he is hard enhances her arousal. When he touches her at all, another flush. And especially when and during sex, her body does everything it can to. They also got to see inside my soul. They hated both of us, but they didn't have to pretend with me.Janet avoiding me was a surprise--I thought she understood. I guess Bailey and I stained her backseat.Bailey's front door was unlocked. She called me Friday night to tell me I could come over whenever I wanted the next day. While she was meticulous in observing the new rules to our social interaction at school, she hadn't stopped banging me. I overheard other kids talking about a few throw-downs.