Then she said then yesterday why were you staring my boobs?I was silent. After sometime I asked whether are you happy with your husband. She started c...ying. I went near her and hugged her. she also responded. Then after some time, I took a move by touching her ass. She didn’t give any response.So I started pressing her stomach with one hand and her left boobs with another hand. She started saying come on I am your teacher. I started removing her nighty where there is no bra and panty. I started. Mrs. Logan sniffed of her fingers, then looked back at her daughter, “Did it happen in your sleep?” Ashley nodded. “Do you, you know make yourself...er...huh?” Ashley nodded. “Do you enjoy it?” Ashley nodded, “Yes.” She was feeling very embarrassed talking about this with her mom. Apparently Mrs. Logan could sense that, cause she walked over, and hugged her daughter. “You know it’s perfectly natural to do that.” Ashley looked up at her mom, “You’re not upset with me?” Mrs. Logan. " Maybe you can be a smart girl. I prefer them anyway." Thank you master." Go make me dinner Heidi." Of course master," she said as she climbed the stairs in a pair of blackheels and fishnet stockings beneath her French maid's uniform. 'I want her to know all the meals I like and how to make them perfectly',he thought as he made his way up the stairs. He walked up after her andwent into the living room and turned on the baseball game. He watched inpeace as the little woman went out of her way. The teens were a local soccer team that had just won a tri-county competition. There was a twenty something gaggle having a bachelorette party. I couldn’t figure out the half dozen women in the high thirties group. They were somber and working hard at getting plastered.I, and every other guy in the bar, got distracted when these four late teen girls walked in. The tallest, at about six foot, was pure Scandinavian blonde. The shortest, not quite five foot, was classic Japanese. The two average.