Both Alex and Laurel as they walked with Zara noticed she didn't dance or skip along any longer but seemed to glide softly on the balls of her feet as...if she were barely touching the ground, her long thick wavy hair swaying from side to side with each step she took. Zara smiled at the meat pie vendor "ohh they smell delicious" the poor vendor stood staring at Zara his head bobbing up and down in agreement, with a chuckle Alex bought three meat pies and three mugs of lemonade, as they walked. You reach up and massage your breasts, glad to be free of the bra. Suddenly, something flops down from behind you, covers your nose and mouth. Instinctively you breathe in and you smell c*********. You feel a strong arm go round your waist, you attempt to kick, but the chemical makes you feel weak and dizzy and---... You don't know what hour of the early morning it is when you open your eyes. You try to move, to talk, but panic surges within you as you realize a gag of some sort has been. Working her way up to an earth chattering climax imagining what it would be like to make Mary her maid.Languidly she filled a highly scented bath and with another magazine had a long wallow. Planning the evening carefully as she dressed in leggings and a tee shirt, deciding against looking like the dominant women in the magazines, for now!"Ding, dong!" The doorbell went just after five and Lynn opened the door to see 'Mary' nervously standing on the doorstep clutching a small case."Come on in. ." Martha, sir." Hello, Martha. You needn't say 'sir'. I'm Gordy. This is Weena. And this is Patrick." That's a lovely frock," said Weena. Alice was wearing a light blue-grey dress; Martha was wearing a sort of rose-yellow."Thank you," they both said."Gordy, could you take Patrick for a bit? I'd like to talk to Alice and Martha. Girl talk." I took him, he was still babbling. Weena looked at the ladies. "Come with me."WeenaI took the girls into mum's parlour. I'm not sure why I call them girls —.