’ The men gave casual salutes and then hurried off into the night. Lawrence slumped down into a chair, as all his energy seemed to leave him. Abigai... eyed her man with concern. ‘You don’t look good, husband. Are you sure you’re fit?’ He put his hands over his face. ‘I don’t know. I was very close to that explosion. I’ve had a terrible headache since then and every muscle and bone aches. I feel stretched out and pushed back together. I’d love to carry you up to our room, but that is just not. What we had now was a purely platonic relationship, although on occasion I'd thought about pushing the envelope, and she'd appeared, to my chagrin, in more than a few of my fantasies.I knew nothing would ever come of it. She was too important to me to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the thought was. And late at night, with the lights off, when my hard cock's only companion was my hand, it was incredibly tempting.I arrived home from the last service call a total wreck. My day started. Iwas a girl who needed to belong to someone strong and decisive, someonewho would protect and take care of me. I was a girl. A girl dressed inthe ultra-feminine clothes of a submissive servant."Yes, ma'am," I said, curtsying more deeply than usual. It felt like Iwas curtsying more than ever these days, and somehow that felt right.Like wearing my maid's uniform, it felt like the appropriate way to showmy betters that I would submit to them and do as I was told. It was somuch easier, so much more. She knew that it wasn’t proper of her role, to fantasize about her mistress like this. Her life was one of service, not of pleasure. It was not her place to imagine Sansa naked, or to ever think that she was worthy of being touched by the young Stark girl.Worse, she normally contained these thoughts for when she was alone, touching herself. She’d imagine that it was Sansa’s hand between her legs instead of her own, gently touching, probing, caressing.She’d imagine that Sansa would spread her.