Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an introduction for her. Just in case she had any shred of lingering pride or shyness, she was to perform...in three separate shows the first evening. After that she could begin waitressing.Her first "show" was a simple lesbian thing. She was paired with an older woman named Brigitte, who looked to be in her late twenties. Freda introduced her and left her there. Brigitte was a french woman and had little time for chit chat."Listen carefully." she. Its tender and loving and beautiful and its clear this is a lot more than just a fuck. I’ve learnt from the relationships Dad’s had with his secretary’s in the past, that its rarely just sex. Spending so much time together, a Secretary often gets to know her boss’s ways and whims better than his wife, and it breeds loyalty, devotion and even love. As I watch them become one, I worry that that’s what I’m witnessing here. More akin to love-making, than a quick Friday afternoon fuck in the. ." "She is not my aunt, Melissa," I interrupted, "She was a friend of my parents. I don't even know her really." "I know Miss," Melissa replied cheerily, "Lady Helen has told us all about you but she wants you to feel at home here and asked us to refer to her as your aunt so you do not feel a stranger in your own home." "She seems very nice. Very caring, my, um, 'Aunt'," I mused. "She is, Miss. I wouldn't want to work anywhere else. She looks after all of us so well." I wasn't sure, but. Of course, I knew that I didn't deserve it and that they had no right to do it, but amazingly enough, I loved them and I was willing to go along - because they wanted me to. After all, it wasn't like I had never been spanked - although it had been at least two years. I wasn't afraid. I knew I could take it.They didn't give me a chance.When I got within range, Mom caught me by surprise, grabbing my left wrist and pulling it across her to her left side. I lost my balance and tripped over her lap,.