I worked hard for them and I was never anything but polite in all of my dealings with them.I followed her back to their study, where she opened the wa...l safe and pulled out a stack of bills, peeled off a dozen or so, closed the safe and handed the bills to me. There was $1,200 there, which was more money than I'd ever seen in one place.That incident left a distinct impression on me, especially a few years later when that family in Kansas was murdered, in eerily similar circumstances. Yeah, I. She sang solo in the school choir and kind of wafted round theschool in a graceful walk trailing expensive scents behind her.I'd never interacted with her much as Polly but I was possibly gettingsome memories from my host now, because I felt a sort of caution seepingthrough. Polly had been quiet not naive, maybe taken one look at Pamelaand thought "Queen Bee" as in don't cross that one. I'd lay good oddsmost of even the male Starkers had dreams about her despite Starkerdisdain for Edwardian. I am deliciously trapped, and ready for my delightful "punishment". The girls know that they can slap me as hard as they can, until their hands hurt. My bottom is burning but I whimper for more. Each takes a turn."That'll do. Just want to wake him up. Your arse is beautifully red now." I want more, but there is work to be done. So I rise and complete setting the table.Now I am back in my room to don my cock rings, as instructed, and return to the kitchen, fully and expectantly erect.I see the. I put on her stockings first, then garters, then fasten the stays. Her panties, then her bra. At last I put on her dress, low and elegant. Fit for Mistress. Fit for my love.There is a knock at the door. I rise to answer it.Paula is there in a gown as elegant as Mistress'. As it should be for Mistress' wife. She gives me a hug, and Paula’s tears threaten my control. I hug her so hard fear I might hurt her, but she does not object, just holds me back.I beg Paula in a voice that runs the ragged.