When will the maid come? Will she be cruel or kind? Will she use and abuse me? Or release me and help me get home? Questions running through my head a... I lie and ponder my fate for what seems an eternity.Click. A key turns in the lock. My heart is beating furiously. A footstep louder as someone approaches.A tall striking woman in her mid twenties appears at the door and pauses with a look of disdain in her eyes. She is dressed in low heels, stockings, tight black short skirt and white blouse.. “It was their idea,” I reply as she pulls herself to me.“I have had sex like that since my husband. That was good,” she tells me cuddling in.“Well it’s yours if you want it but you need to be very clear on what happens next time because you’ll be there watching as I ruin Meredith’s life,” I tell her breaking the mood slightly.I watch her nod then smile as she crawls off the bed and grabbing her little bag heads to the bathroom. I wait for a minute and she comes back, still in the lingerie, and. I'm telling you, we were doing it with Paige all the time. And it really kicked into a new gear after Paige had the baby. I mean first of all, it was like the kid had four parents. And that was sort of true. Both mom and baby were doted on all the time. But as has been the case for some time now, the real fun came at night." What do you mean?" Linda asked."Well, as much as we all thought a pregnant Paige was the height of horniness, a lactating Paige was on a whole different level." Linda. After kissing the blood-soaked tip again, she thanked him for helping prepare her for her slavery. Then he told her that it was almost seven o'clock, so it was time for her to prepare the coffee and begin the breakfast. When she told him that she could scarcely boil water and couldn't cook an egg, he just ran his fingers lightly over her back and made clucking sounds."What was that all about?" she asked diffidently."I was just thinking what a shame it's going to be to have to slice your back to.