Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her eyes so azure, her body tall and slim.She curtsied for me, her eyes... lowered, that first morning of her joining our household, murmuring softly, "Master Brown." This is Angelica, Dear. We shall call her Angie," my mother introduced our new and first domestic servant. "Your father has decided we need her assistance upstairs."No, Mother, we shall call her Angel.Of course I did not voice my dissent for I could not. Davis,’ said Abby and she gave him a hug. ‘Alright, are you ready to go now?’ asked Davis. Abby nodded, packed her bags and went out of the classroom. Davis stayed in the class to prepare for the next lesson. A moment later, the classroom door opened, someone walked in and the door closed behind that person. Davis looked at that person and realized that it was Abby. ‘Oh, it’s you, Abby. Did you leave something behind?’ asked Davis. Abby did not reply but she just walked over to Davis where he. " You look good," Emma had replied authoritatively."No, I don't," he griped."You look very handsome." She had smiled. That was it, debate over,the jacket stayed on. "The delegation will be impressed." Delegation..." He scoffed lightly. "I'm just takin' Kirk and Ossie toa bar to talk about trade routes. It's nothing special." It's a lot of money for this town." She pulled his tie up tight. Hewheezed, then swallowed. "He'll be grateful to you for taking himseriously." Always so serious,". .." he whined, but shejust smirked. He had this strange churning in his stomach, this confusedfeeling of fear and fascination, as this beautiful girl was overpoweringhim... She used another cord to strap his thighs to the seat, her thinmanicured hands flying dangerously close to the huge lump tenting hisshorts. There was no way he would escape now... She did not stop there, as she stepped behind the chair and untied hishands, only to take each of his arms in turn and fasten his wrists to.