One of us would start a story and the other would finish it off by making it more erotic . One day she emailed me to tell me that her husband had bee... called to his brother’s bedside, as he was ill, so he would be gone for several days. I sent a message back asking her to come over, as we were about 90 minutes apart and gave her directions. I grabbed a quick shower and tidied up the house. When she arrived we met at the door and kissed deeply and passionately, with our tongues intertwining. Jack turned to Mr. Bell and me and said, "There was an incident at the house. A caterering van tied up the gate guard with questions and nonsense, while two people hopped the fence and tried to force the basement doors. The alarms went off like they were supposed to, and our people got the children and Mrs. Bell into the second floor safe rooms. They are perfectly safe. No one got hurt, and we will have more information about the break in soon."He put his hand against his ear, apparently to. To further mortify me every night I had to return my supplies and report to him how many toilets and urinals Id scrubbed. Each day I had to report to him again and he would hand me my bucket, bleach and brush telling me he would check my work. Cliff delighted in making me report to him on how many toilets and urinals Id cleaned that day when the men were standing around us in the office listening. I could do nothing but bow my head in humiliation as I reported to him. By now all the men were. This, would you believe, had seemed like the best option out of "my"remaining nightwear - which otherwise consisted of three nighties(including the two short ones) and a poufy pair of lavender shorts thatbarely covered the bottom of my bum. Was she, I wondered with no littleembarrassment, actually fishing out some of Amelia's even oldernightwear? I shuddered at the thought.So, my life had become such that, after rising in the morning andbrushing my teeth and having my wash, I had to deposit.