I swallowed hard and opened the door and when in.Whoa, she was standing in front of her desk wearing a black leather dress down to her knees that show...d a good portion of the tops of her breasts and shoes that had to have a least a 4 inch heels. Her arms were crossed and she looked like she was ready to tear into my ass. I looked at the floor holding the folded and forged paper in my hand. She took it and opened it and then put in on the desk. ?Ok, take off your clothes down to your underwear. The door swung open like the door from the Adam's family because no one seemed to have opened it. I crept in peeking around the door to find a tall man in a suite. I assumed he was the butler ... just because of the movies ... My friends have never actually told me about their house or having a butler or ... MAIDS! There were maids! two women who wore ... rather tight skimpy clothing. I guess that was her husband's idea seeing as how my best friend would never even be seen herself in something. To make matters worse, her husband had not laid a hand on her in more than 30 months. Georgia had a deep, cloying need that was building to a fevered pitch. But, ever the understanding wife, she knew that he wasn't holding out on purpose. He was in pain most of the time and putting pressure on him would not help matters, so she kept her misery to herself.But that day had not started well. They had all overslept. She had to get breakfast for a family of five, get the kids ready and off to meet. (“One day...”)“«Han är ju din son!»” Pia laughed (“He IS your son!”)“Marta, what did they say?” Jesse asked.Marta got a silly smile on her face, “Your dad said ‘one day’ and Mom said ‘he IS your son’.”“Great,” I chuckled. “Another recruit for Jesse’s plot to kill the king and take over.”Jon laughed, “I believe Mr. Jesse’s actual target is a couple of years younger than he is. We all know who runs the house!”“Aunt Elyse!” Jesse smirked.“Don’t you have something to do?” I asked, trying to sound.