Do you understand?" she corrected."No Mistress, err yes Mistress," answered."Good," she said laughingly. "That will be the proper form of addressboth...here at home and when we are out, do you understand?" Yes Mistress," he responded quickly understanding his new role.After that she took him on another shopping trip, he found himself doingthe cleaning the next day wearing black nylon panties and camisole, thighhigh black opaque stockings, a denim jumper and a light blue knit cottonshirt. He. I harbored a suspicion that she was a closet carpet muncher but her personal life was her own business and I certainly was not one to throw any stones.The night shift belonged to Deputy Angela, the pint-sized edition of Julie my favorite secretary. I silently labeled her “mini-Julie” because she was exactly like my pregnant employee with the difference that she was almost a foot shorter and in perfect proportion.Angela was a bit on the shy side and that was unusual for her vocation because she. Finally, Tuesday came and Jakob knew he was out of friends who would visit, he woke up rather early that morning and on a whim he grabbed his bow and went to have some practice shots.Jacob was shooting bottles off the fence until he ran out of arrows, after he found them all he decided to go find his old target in the shed. The target was behind a bunch of old cupboards near the spare bed they keep for company so Jakob had his work cut out for him to move them all, His shirt got rather dirty. My motivation was to make her feel humiliation of a magnitude similar to what I’d felt when she walked out on me... and to see how committed she was to her promise of, basically, anything, anytime, anywhere.I watched my wife have a small orgasm with my fingers embedded deep in her. Then I withdrew my fingers, and sensuously licked the juice from one.“Would you like dessert before your main?” I asked, as I offered her the other finger. She opened her mouth and accepted my offering. As her.