She gritted her teeth as she felt a tell tale wetness beginning to seep from her girlish slit. "P...P...P...P..Please stop," she whimpered bu... he didn't. Instead he leant heavily against her and she gasped as the creeping fingers slid easily between her slippery folds. In the hot moistness beneath her dress two of them pushed forcefully into her tight hole. Her hands gripped the seat back like a vice and she almost groaned out loud as the teasing digits slid wetly back and forth. He. ‘Good morning Sir’, came out as just slightly more than a whisper. ‘Good morning Fernanda. Put the tray on the table and come stand here in front of me.’ A quick look at the tray as she put it down revealed the usual, some toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, tomato juice and a large pot of coffee. A quick look at Fernanda revealed a bit more. She was in a maid’s uniform that was typical of every other one you’ve ever seen, black skirt, white button down blouse with lace trim at the collar and. Kneeling felt so much better than standing, so much better than sitting or lying down would, and she knew that somehow this was the perfect place for her. It all felt perfect, she realized. The whole moment, the timeless stillness of it, felt absolutely perfect. Jill felt like she could drift here forever with her mirror-self. But it felt even better when Miles slowly unbuttoned her blouse so that he could run his hands along her skin. Jill let out a long, slow, dreamy sigh as she saw her eyes. "Hey!" Ethan snaps at her for her name calling, but she still ignores him. "I can't believe you! I thought you were my friend, you bitch!" As she shouts, she grows angrier. I can see her shaking with adrenaline; she wants to hit me. "Nicole," Ethan tries to get her attention again. I chance a glance in his direction and notice he's putting on boxer briefs. When I look back at her, everything stops. My fuckin Spidey Sense starts tingling when I see her hand come toward my face. I've taken some.