I wanted to yell at her, but Master was sleeping. I tried to keep my voice down, "Nicole, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Oh come on Amy. We are fri...nds, right? Just a peek won't hurt. I just wanted to confirm whether you were telling the truth or not." Look Nicole, you are crossing the line now. Just get out of my house!"Nicole fell silent, she looked away. It seemed that something came to her mind because a wicked smile crept on her lips. She, towering me with a couple of inches, stared. Someone is here! Finally! Please let this be over, please! Let this be done! Miss Rose steps through the doorway. Her long perfect legs cast beautiful shadows across the room. Ashley whines a sigh of relief. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably. Ashley can only hear Miss Rose’s heels clicking on the stone towards her, as her eyes are full of water. ‘Ohh, my dear. I’m sorry for leaving you alone so long,’ Miss Rose says, lovingly. Ashley mumbles a whimper through her gag. Miss Rose gently. I slumped down in the armchair opposite my mother's. On a Saturday afternoon she was at home too but my Dad and two sisters were at work.As usual she was half laying, half sitting in her armchair drinking a mug of tea and watching TV to the right of me. As usual she rested her tea on her extremely large stomach which was covered by a thin cotton dress. The dress had ridden up her more than ample thighs and I was faced with a huge amount of bare fleshy thigh. Her legs were huge! They were so big. She stood up and paced back and forth a couple times in front of the fireplace, then stopped in front of Jack."When do you go back to work?" Tomorrow." Jeez, slave driver." Becky giggled."I give them two days off for Christmas. They had yesterday and today."Becky rolled her eyes. "Okay, well listen. You wanted to do some Christmas shopping, right? Ask Suzanne to help you." She's pretty mad at me, honey. I don't think she will." No, wait. Ask her at work. It'd be pretty hard for her to refuse.