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Also there are some bottles of water, have one for yourself."I croaked "Thank you Ms Cindy" and went to get both and got back down to my knees."Peter sit, your knees must be killing you. I should have let you have a cushion but you didn't complain so... ? she trailed off.Finishing her wine "Peter it's late or better early. Go home you've got work to do. I'll be in touch. I have some thinking to do. Please don't call me. If I don't call you, I'll expect you to be in the bar on Sunday night. No need to pay "admission". Just come and join us."I got up and got dressed. When I was ready to go, Cindy got up gave me a hug and light kiss on the lips. "Thank you for trusting me and telling me your story. I'll see you the latest on Sunday" and with a not to gentle slap on my ass she pushed me towards the door.Outside I looked at my watch. Damn, almost five AM. But I was not tired, no if anything I was charged with a new kind of energy. For the first time sinceRed left I had some hope that. Literally. Her blouse finished just below her pussy, and then bare legs descended to black rubber clogs."I said Can I help you madam?" "Er...yes...er...I'm a new girl." Of course, please follow me." Nonchalantly, the maid bent down to pick up her suitcase revealing a complete lack of knickers and a neatly shaved pussy. A bemused Julia followed her swaying bum through a large Hallway with oak panels and highly polished floor tiles.The maid came to a solid oak door, marked "Miss Evangeline Hunter, Head Mistress," knocked and motioned for Julia to enter.Miss Evangeline Hunter sat behind a large oak desk. She was almost a parody of Julia's expectations. A large florid woman with her greying hair drawn back into a severe bun and an incipient moustache. Her buxom bosom was encased in a white blouse, a tight tie and a heavy tweed jacket. In a booming voice she asked Julia to sit down whilst she finished off her correspondence. Julia perched on the chair in front of the desk. It was weird. At.
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I despise you. Here, I don’t want any more of your beer. I’m going to bed.”She thrust the can in my direction; I placed it on the chair, followed her inside, and into her room. I wanted to take a closer look at the three-dimensional shape that had been under her bedding.Yeah, it was just as I’d thought when I looked through the spyhole. She’d wadded up pretty much all her stuff to make it look like she was under the blanket, and I guessed that she’d been hoping I would walk in and she could push me over from behind, and if she got lucky, lock me in her cell and make her escape. It wouldn’t have mattered; the key to the heavy duty padlock securing the cabin door was round my neck, and the combination code only recorded in my head, so she’d have had to let me out sometime. I felt a little bad about having been quite so harsh in my reminder that she was in my power, but she had been getting uppity. I pointed to the bed.“Nice try sweetie. Tell you what, I’ll always carry a note saying.

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