.She peeked her head out from inside the closet and, as I stood in themiddle of her bedroom, said:S: Sweetie, you look great, but that is no friday n...ght outfit. Down toyour panties please, strip! come on! We still have a lot to do before weare ready.What had I gotten myself into? Ready for what? I said to myself as Ifollowed her orders. I stripped down to my white panties and sat on herbed to wait.The moment my ass hit the mattress, she came out of the closet and uponseeing her I sprang back. She was still feeling a little woozy. ‘Guess I’ll call Joe Timberman then,’ Steve said. ‘He’s got the Exxon station up on Maple. Maybe he can bring his truck over and take your car over there at least for tonight. When that’s taken care of, I’ll drive you home.’ When they entered the house, Steve’s wife was there, looking concerned and putting her arms around Nancy and helping her to a chair between the fireplace, where a fire was flickering, and a lighted Christmas tree. It was clear that. She summoned Daisy and without telling her she wouldn’t be punished, she asked her if she felt comfortable to tell me her story. “Yes, Mistress, but if possible, only to yourself, Mistress Sonja and Mistress Kelly, not to any other,” she replied. “Granted. Sabina please leave the room, close the doors behind you and wait for a call in the kitchen.” As soon as the doors were closed, Daisy started her story. “I had always been quite shy, and in my late teens I discovered that it was due to a. One of these employers was her own father. Robert imported various gems for the Thermopolis Jewelry Company and at times accompanied Mia on business dinners and gallery openings with potential customers that intended on importing gems. Mia wasn't sure what to make of him but apparently Robert knew what to do with her.As she let herself in to Mac's house she recalled vividly Robert's words of earlier this evening."Will you marry me, Amy?"Mia shuddered, she despised the nickname Amy. How could he.