Her mood appeared amiable, yet I knew a dangerous bitch lay just under the surface. I didn't chance another encounter with her alter personality, so I...did every thing she asked and answered her every question with a yes."Now how do we explain, how you came to live in this house? How about we tell Alex you're the maid? Would you like to be my little maid?" Yes." A maid should call the lady of the house Mistress, shouldn't she?" Yes... Mistress." I would have called her Goddess to keep from. However, in my state men almost always lose. To keep up my bills, I was forced to look for a part time job. I work 40-50 hours a week as a restaurant manager. Yet, that money was no longer enough to keep my financial head above water.I called several friends inquiring if they knew any part time jobs that I could take on. Everyone said the same thing to me that ‘times were tough’.I went online looking for part time work and ran across an ad for drivers needed. I waited until Monday to call the. Caitlin started bringing snacks and tea to us in the room, making sure she bent over close to me.My pupil seemed to be incapable of grasping the concept of our work, but she had began to 'grasp' something else very well. I was almost in a constant state of readiness; my trousers were tented so often, it was almost useless to hide myself if standing, I began to sit next to her hoping to keep it unnoticeable. I had reached up and was pointing to an error in her addition as she leaned forward to. He was stuck inside me. Crying, I picked up the phone and called my Dad. He answered on the third ring, his work tone coming over the line. “Daddy…” I sobbed into the phone and I heard the immediate shift in his voice.“What's wrong?”“Fang… he. Daddy… he’s stuck,” I choked out the words and felt my face grow hot. “Stuck where?” “The video, Daddy,” I hoped he would understand. I didn't want to say more since Daddy said the things we do, we keep secret and special. “Fuck,” He had hung up the phone.