"Oh no!!" panicked Aunt Sonya, already knowing what this room is."Be silent!!" shouted Mrs Aziz, walking over to Aunt Sonya and slapping her hard on t...e face.SLAPAunt Sonya felt like a little girl in school being punished.In the middle of this room lay a table with straps and stirrups. Next to this table was a silver trolley with things like scalpel, bottle of ointment and some other objects for 'circumcising' on them."Disrobed!!!" ordered Mrs Aziz.Carol, her mom and Aunt Sonya stripped off. When she hinted she would like to meet them, he said they lived in another state. She did know that he was an important partner of the law firm he told her about, because she read an article about him in The Washington Post. She showed him the article, and said, ‘I’m proud of you.’ He smiled. That was it. He never suggested she visit him at his office. He never invited her to a social event hosted by the firm. Eventually she learned by accident that his parents lived in Potomac, Maryland. When. Stevens asked me if I minded, and I teasingly acted like it would be an inconvenience, but then told Mrs. Stevens, that I was happy to oblige. Again she thanked me. What a dumb woman. Our first trip was to a large art museum, and the k**s were all told that they could go wherever they wanted, so long as they stayed with their partner and did not get into any trouble. I can assure you that staying with my partner was not a problem, but the trouble part may have been. Just before Samantha and I. That said she leaves the room and I refit my restraint, slip into the clean panties and sit down to repair my make up. Having packed every thing back into my case I sit and wait for the return of my new tormentor once again pondering my fate. After a half hour, wait the door opens and the maid returns, no longer dressed as a maid but in some very sexy street wear. She is braless and her nipples are visible through the light material of her little T shirt which is quite short and leaves her.