Amockery of the real thing... A simulacrum... An empty shell... What ChaunceyDePeau felt for her---the reason he asked for her again---had nothing tod...o with love or real passion or even sex... Of course, in its promotionalliterature the Agency was not above playing on the hopes and fantasies ofprospective clients: "The relationship between nanny and client is adelicate one and often takes time to establish and bloom. But once itdoes, the intimacy, the personal and tender care extended, the. Many times, I yearned to use my lips and tongue but had to resist the temptation. My sexual and emotional needs were suffocating me. In short, they were controlling my life and to try to relieve those frustrations I resorted to masturbating several times a day. Very often, I would leave work, hot and horny as hell. At home, my fingers would then be a substitute for the loving touch of a velvet tongue, licking and probing at my pussy. As I rubbed at my engorged clit, I became lost as my mind. I guarantee that whatever you teach these people, you will know better than anyone else by the time you're done." Huh? What does that mean?" It means that there's no better way to learn all you can about something than to try to teach it to others. In answering their questions and making sure they get it right, you'll learn things you never thought to ask when it was being taught to you. Just remember, don't try to bullshit them. If you don't know the answer to a question, tell 'em you'll have. One such demonstration of the Mistress's parsimony had caused her much grief. A week ago Dorothy had burst into the Girl's tiny room at one minute past Five and the heater was still on! No matter that the dutiful and obedient Girl was kneeling beside it in the very act of switching it off, the Mistress's rage had been horrible to behold."Wicked Girl! You have wilfully disobeyed me and will be punished." I am sorry, Mistress. I WAS just switching it off, though!"The Mistress hit the Girl a.