It was the only place I knew where I could really bounce on the bed. At home, I always was told I would break my bed. At Gramma's, I was told to bounc... away because nothing could hurt that bed! It was also about a foot off the ground, so I found the best place to hide because I could slide under it with ease – although my Mom could as well so once she discovered my hiding place it was a lot less effective.I didn't realize why she would say that I couldn’t hurt it until after she passed, and I. I was pleased with my life, and happy in it.Then, at age twelve, almost thirteen, my perfect world changed forever. Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her eyes so azure, her body tall and slim.She curtsied for me, her eyes lowered, that first morning of her joining our household, murmuring softly, "Master Brown." This is Angelica, Dear. We shall call her Angie," my mother introduced our new and first domestic servant. "Your father has decided we need. I withdraw my toy, moving it down. First to her lips, pushing forward slightly so I can feel her tense as I threaten her little kitty once more, then down further to her so-far neglected rear opening. I place the black tip at her light brown, wrinkled little ring, with just enough pressure that the flesh catches on the rubber. I give a sharp twist, no more than a quarter turn, but enough to produce a muffled shriek and little pants of shock and fear. I lift my toy away, leaning back over my. Your hands find my breasts and play roughly with them, and my nipples become hard under your touch–Mmm…’ She bit her lip and closed her eyes. She pulled her nipples and had two fingers buried in her pussy. I rubbed my cock and waited for her to continue. She opened her eyes and focused her gaze on me again. ‘I break our kiss and turn my head away from you. Your hot, sweet breath is on my neck and ears. You’re pushing your body into mine. I press my hands back against your chest and finally put.