Anyway, this year mom and I decided that since we had no visitors that we would spend the time by ourselves and doing girly things and trying out some... of our new clothes that we liked in the privacy of our own home. I was so excited because we made a deal, on Christmas eve we would give each other a gift that involved lingerie and we would sleep in it that night so we could wake up and spend Christmas day as our sexy, feminem, and slutty girls that we liked to be. However this was on one. Then there were the nails. Mistress loved the way I painted nails andalmost every alternate day I had to paint her nails. I also had to keepmy own nails in shape for her and she would often get me new shades ofnail polish as a reward.Every day, when mistress came back from work, I had to ensure that Iwas home from college before she arrived. When she entered the house Iwas suppose to kneel in front of her and kiss her feet. After this shewould allow me to serve her.Our sex life, however, wasn't. . Ex stood at the open garage door, just staring with a massive grin spread across his face. There in his garage (as he now considered it) sat HIS Aston Martin DB5. He could barely stop himself from bouncing he was that excited. His dad had brought the car home last night now that the garage was in some semblance of order. (Ex had called him upon clearing enough space in the garage for a car, or more importantly HIS car!) They would work on it together over the next 6 months before his birthday. Around the time she graduated from high school and later when she was home from college, even once or twice when Sarah and I visited her at school, she watched me with something akin to a gleam in her eye and her touch seemed to last a millisecond or two longer than it normally would. A “millisecond.” That’s the evidence I’m oversensitive to this. Harper received her bachelor’s degree a couple of years ago from S--, and by the time she graduated there seemed to be something there but it wasn’t.