In my own eyes, I saw that I had sold out on my own morals and principles. Was I really in love with him, or the chase that gave me such a thrill? It ...as a hard question to try to answer, after such a short time. I was hoping it really was love, but I had to let time tell me the real answer. It was not something I was not going to decide on in only a few short days or even weeks. Alex came back in, carrying a white thigh-high stocking, a white garter-belt and a white lacy push-up bra. I looked. "I'll admit it's easier to mess around without getting serious, but when Ben and I connected I realized what I was missing." She looked up at Ben with a smile and found him nodding in agreement.Nathan shrugged. "Just be careful, Hill. You're playin' in the big leagues now." What's that supposed to mean?" Ben asked with a low growl."What do you think?" Nathan answered Ben in a tense whisper. "You're a couple of years older than she is and I'm worried about her gettin' in over her head before. In fact, I bet it makes your little clittyall hard just thinking about it, doesn't it slut?"Tom's face turned bright red at this; he was indeed hard at the thought ofthe French Maid outfit. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he reallyturned on by the idea of dressing like a maid and being forced to clean?Surely not! However, Tom was unable to clear the turmoil from his mind. Heknew somewhere deep down in his heart that yes; he was indeed finding thisto be erotic. And that fact scared him to. "You're dribbling piss onto my sofa you filthy bitch!" Christine tried to say, "I'm sorry, Master." He yelled "Oww! You fucking bit me, you damn whore!" as he slapped the back of her head with his hand. Christine winced at the sudden sharp pain, but remained silent since she couldn't talk anyway. He stood and dragged her into the bathroom, grabbed a couple of towels, wet one, and then dragged her back to the sofa. He wiped the sofa with the wet towel and then placed the dry.