There was lace trim round the back of her neck, that matched a lace hat on her head. The dress was very short, so much that when she sat down her stoc...ing tops showed I didn’t know what to say or do just followed Lillian in taking our coats off, and handed them to Nancy to hang up. As she was doing this she made small talk about how our trip up had been, just matter of fact as if she always greeted guests in this uniform. We were shown into the living room, there John came to greet us with. " She sat down and shook her head. "Millie pisses me off at times. Don't get me wrong, Greg. She is a really hard worker, especially considering the pittance we pay. Why she should get all out of shape with you I don't know. I am sorry." Don't worry about it, Angela. I have put up with worse, and if push comes to shove I can shove with the best of them." When you say you have put up with worse, Greg. Are you referring to your divorce?"I nodded. "Yes. I suppose I am. Not the best episode in my. Cynthia waited at the door as it made it's way up the walk and stood in front of her new mistress. After signing the paperwork Cynthia ushered it inside. It was 8 years old with skin as dark as night. It stood just 3 1/2 feet tall and weighed around 57 pounds. It's hair was a shoulder length curly mess and it had a cute little bubble butt. Cynthia sat on the sofa and ordered it to stand in front of her and remove it's dress. It shivered as it stood there in nothing but panties. When it was. I had always feared this moment. I had lived in terror of the moment when Buck found out about the other side of my life. Yet somehow as much as I loved the big lug I had never been able to give it up. The extramarital sex was like a drug. I swore year after year that I would stop, but I never seemed to be able to give it up. I'm human. I've never claimed to be perfect. I have my failures just like everyone else does.Shit, my husband Buck is the closest thing to a boy scout that I can imagine..