"The fully opened arch, revealed the back of the broom closet.Translucent yet still there, The back of the closed door visible throughthe mist. The st...ucture of the wall visible as something lost in thefog. The mops brooms and cleaning agents on the shelf visible. Thinkinghe meant the maid to step through Hortence started to step into thearchway. Was he about to transform her? Restore her. Open her mind tosomething new?"No!" he said, reaching out to the maid and grabbing her by the. He harrumphed again and reached for a brown A4 envelopefrom his pile. Something else then occurred to him."I should perhaps say that it's not unusual for a deceased person toinclude a personal statement addressed to his beneficiaries. In thiscase - against my advice - the Earl insisted on sealing this messagewithout running it by me. So I don't know what's in here." He wavedthe envelope up high. "Sometimes such messages can be a little...er... inflammatory. I sincerely hope that will not. They have some much energy and they are able to cum again and again. They never have enough. This year cute hot boy is taking my tennis lessons. His parents are paying me a fortune but to be honest I would trained him pro bono. He have had a crash on me right from the begging. When I noticed he had hard on during our individual lesson I stopped wearing panties. Hahah, you should see his face when he noticed it. That day after the training I went in the guys shower and caught him jerking off. As it turns out, I was, unknowingly, a sex addict and she was a damaged little girl who felt she had no value other than sex. She got me into a swinger's lifestyle. I didn't know it existed before that, but once exposed it was like crack to an addict. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to push boundaries all the time. And I discovered that I could manipulate her to do whatever I wanted.I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but once I did I pushed even harder. I am not proud of it, but I am.