She looked both of us in the eyes before she started dressing. "Nat, are you okay?" I asked sincerely."I will be" she said and walked over to where I ...as sitting in just her bra and panties. I got up from the couch and we hugged powerfully. I could feel her warm slender body against mine and I hugged her trembling body tightly."I'm really sorry for what I did," Natalie whispered in my ear and I felt my eyes fill with tears. "I hope that after tonight we can go back to the way thing were." She. I could pretend they were bracelets. During that first week, which I spent mostly alone on that bed, the mistress often put me to sleep by using an overdose of pleasure. I loved this the first time and every time. I guess I'm a natural born slut. When I awoke my brain was not incapacitated like it had been the first time. I could remember clearly going to sleep with the dildos inside me. I could remember the intense pleasure. When I moved, I heard a quiet voice, apparently that of the. Same is the case with stories.. I do like stories which have a built up. This is a story with my maid… Typically all maids are not so attractive.. This one is very different.. Her name is Shalini. All call her Shali. She must be 35.. Two kids.. But unlike typical poor maids, she is from an Ok family. Ok means, she wears a bra and panty (I got to know that later), clean cloths, shampoos her hair. She offer maid service only for cooking. She doesn’t like cleaning the floor, utensils etc. Shali. I’m not particularly jealous of him, because where he lacks, I definitely pick up the slack. I easily manage a ‘Grade A’ average, a steady job at the local library, and smoke about three times a day. Zan and I are close, possibly because of the fact that we’re ‘identical’ twins and probably have that bond that scientists rave about. We hang out together, I go to his shows, and he speaks up for me when he knows I can’t. We grew up that way, and never changed. Except when it came to me telling.