Her door was closed, not just pushed to. The handle wouldn't turn."Open this door, young lady." No." I'm not fooling, Les. If you don't open this door...right now, it's going to be worse when I finally get to you. You know you can't stay in there forever."It was quiet for the better part of a minute, then I heard the tick of the door being unlocked. I waited, but she didn't open the door herself.I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. As the door swung in, I could see her sitting on her bed, facing. Godknows how it had arrived there. It must have had a life of its own. Shebrushed my hair, wig or whatever. She then used plenty of tissues towipe up the splashes of pink goo on my once shiny shoes. She thenproceeded to fix my makeup, which by this time had started to look, tosay the least, bizarre.You may think that I submitted to this meekly, but all the time I wascomplaining, creating and behaving like a spoilt brat.There was a knock on the door!I shut up like a clam with laryngitis and. Time seemed to drag until their departure at nine o'clock. I masturbated in the bathroom just thinking of the time when I could get inside the maid's knickers again. Now I knew what her opening felt like as I'd fingered her the previous night, I was more eager for her than ever. I could still smell her on my fingers, and once I'd watched their car go down the road I immediately went into the kitchen where Chi-chi was washing up the breakfast things, pulled down her panties and was inside her. I flushed itwith a tea and felt no hot in my mouth rather some warmth in mystomach. A bit later I felt dizziness and passed out.I felt the urge to go to pee so I opened my eyes and found that therewas a dim light in the room and mantel clock was showing half to six inthe morning. I grasped those bunny slippers and dashed to the bathroomquickly. After I relieved myself I slipped into the shower and thenafter drying myself I put the same nightgown back on because I had noother clothes to change.