‘Yes?’ she asked. ‘Uh, good afternoon. My name is William Doyle and I was told that there might be girls looking for placement as cooks and maid.... Is that correct?’ The nun inspected him like a squirming bug under a microscope. Bill, needing to break the silence, went on, ‘I can present references, if you wish. I represent John Crawford who inherited his uncle’s estate, perhaps you’ve heard of it, Windcliff? It’s along the coast south of Carmel. Anyway, we have need of a cook and a maid and. ’ ‘Hell… Can I clean up the typos?’ Another pause. ‘OK. But that’s it, nothing else.’ ‘How do you know that I’ll follow those orders, Teacher? We’re five hundred miles apart and unless there’s something I don’t know here, there are no security cameras installed anywhere that will tell you what I’m writing or changing or revising’ ‘Because I asked?’ I smiled. ‘Good enough. How long do I have for this assignment, Teacher?’ ‘Until we talk later tonite? But you’re not allowed to start writing until. " She grabbed the balls and pushedthe air out of them."Ohhhhhh...." Derek's entire body went very rigid, his tiny back archedupwards.Jane thought she saw something happen, but wasn't sure. She released thefake balls and squeezed them again."Ohhhh Goddddd...!" Derek thrashed around, but Jane was certain thistime--his breasts increased in size."Well, crap..." she said defeated."What... what do you mean... crap...?" a panting Derek said looking up.Sweat was pouring off of her."I mean 'crap'. It's. You see, Mistress Julia owns my sister Taliya. I, Ceres, belong to Master John. It’s hard pleasing them both, trying not to disappoint them. Master left for work; Mistress Julia wasn't too far behind him. After an hour I stopped working, running upstairs to Taliya. Forgetting my chores, I stayed and talked to Taliya while she was doing hers. I didn't think time passed so fast; it was nearly noon and Mistress would be home first. I ran downstairs, trying to get everything in order. .