..service...department of our staff. You see, we have many clients come here from all over the globe for our products and we need to make sure they go...home happy." Of course you do, sir," Tom said again sweetly."Have you had any experience in...service?"Tom smiled and blushed. He had been waiting for a question like this. Though inwardly he had been dreading it, he wondered how long it would take before he was asked to perform. "Actually, sir, they say I'm the best service girl in the South. ”Ellen opened the second letterDear Miss Wilkes (she read),thank you for your letter of yesterday in which you accepted responsibility for the dreadful affair between our lamented James Finney and young Richard Carter. I agree with your realisation that most of that dreadful affair was caused by your lack of maturity and experience. I must add that I also noticed a woeful lack of education. While I am confident that Lady Wilkes will see to it that those deficits will be corrected over time,. I worked them up, shaking my hips, feeling the tingle intensify across my body. I shuddered as I seated them across my rump.“Adorable kitten?” my husband asked with amusement.“What?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. “What foolishness are you talking about?”“You're the one wearing the panties for an eight-year-old girl,” he said.” That's a little... weird. I didn't think we'd go beyond schoolgirl role-play. Not sure I'm comfortable pretending you're someone that young.”“I just grabbed. His mouth was agog, for she was touching his mind. "And now," she said. "You'll tell dear Lucy a story."Howard was caught unprepared in this web of Cecily's invention. He was trapped. He was sweating. "I will?" he mumbled. "What kind of a story?" Something to pander to Lucy's burgeoning exhibitionist curiosity: the story of what happens to a lady caught without her clothes in the middle of a soldier's dormitory, as those soldiers return unexpectedly and move in towards her."Howard wobbled. "Oh.