"Good! Get dressed then" he chirped. Amy took the clothes into the bathroom and closed the door. She stripped out of her work clothes and left them in...a damp pile on the tiles. "I'm not such a bad guy" came his voice through the door, "I mean... I could've had you by now" he said. Amy quietly got dressed. After a short while she opened the door and stood before him, the man looked her up and down and took her by the hand. "You look perfect" he sneered. Amy looked down at her feet. "Amy?" he. To my surprise, but not my relief, she didn't appear to be upset in any way."You were in here earlier?" Yes ma'am." Why?" I saw the bed was messed up, I was going to make it up." I said, a little quieter than before, expecting her to ask me what else. Instead she looked around at the bed with a look of (could it be?) apprehension."It's not made." she said matter of factly. I blinked at the bed for a moment before literally deflating. She looked back at me, and this time I was sure she was a. "Laughing, Matt dropped his shorts and followed his wife into the shower. "So, what do you think about Bridget?" she asked, handing him the shower gel. "Think she'll be a good match for you?"He stood with the gel bottle in his hand, staring at her. "Baby, we've gone over this. You're all I need."He squeezed some gel in his hand, put the bottle on the shelf, then beginning at her shoulders, worked down her body, washing and massaging. She had to move his hands away from her breasts, or he would. Your name tonight will be Sapphire. Too young to be Mistress or Lady and I will die if I hear another Kitten. Classy is Sapphire, need all the class we can get here don’t we Tiffany?” Tiffany was a very tall girl in another revealing dress and skysc****r heels and an elaborate blonde wig, a man but well-presented and lovely and thin. “Your stooge for tonight Tiffany, one of Siobhan’s girls so that should get the punters going.” At this she laughed and walked off. Tiffany gave me a smile,.