And as always, he did.He paused at the kitchen door and exposed his feet for me, but without being too obvious. Then he went to my back and started ma...saging my elbows. I shrugged in pleasure.“What do you like?” he asked me. I could not see his face, but I knew he got a smirk.“You...” I started.“You don't just like me right?”“I love you.”“Good”, he said while massaging harder.“And what else do you love?”“Your feet.” I said. Despite repeating this ritual every morning, I still felt ashamed.“And. Everyone can see my naked ass as I go around the house and grounds. Of course, this leads to all sorts of situations... especially from the other house girls who like to tease me. Hold me down and tug on my nipples until I start to get wet. There's no time to wash, so I'm left dashing around smelling like arousal. One of my duties in tending to the lady of the house. I help her prepare for bed by brushing out her hair and removing and hanging her clothing. I must have been distracted, because. As we reach the top step a key turns in the lock and I push you towards my front door as the lights in the hall flicker on. I push you inside and shut the door after us, less quietly this time."So," I say, "this is my flat". There are no lights on except for the strip showing under the front door and it's difficult for you to see where you're going. I steer you to the door on the left and warn you to watch out for the futon. Too late, I suspect, as I feel you stumble against it and fall. I was very shy in college, getting dates only when the woman chose to be the aggressor; something that didn't happen nearly enough. We got married less than three months after we'd met. By the time I graduated with a BA degree in History and began working as a teacher for the Seattle Public School System, we had a young daughter and another one on the way.Life in the early days with Mandy wasn't ideal but it had never struck me as particularly unpleasant either. She was a good mother to our.