Her father texted that he was sending a car. Good, she replied. She didn’t want to use the “Little Miss” driver for this...In the car, she gave ...the driver a bit of a thrill as she squirmed out of her shorts and top and into her dress and heels. She put on a bit of makeup and put her hair up to make herself look older. When the driver let her out of the car in front of the Ritz Carlton hotel, she was not the little teen girl that had gotten in. Her short dress barely covered her panties as she. But we were in the living room and he was just wearing a robe. We were watching TV, but I could see him casually let his robe open up a bit so I could see his cock and he kept running his thumb along it. I wanted him to say something to me, but he didnt and pretended he was watching what was on the tube. I was going to make a move, but then Joey came back and John (or Jack or whatever) must have gotten scared because he closed his robe and started flipping channels. Whatever. I also learned. She was doing maid work, and the lady that she worked for. Her son used to work for Carl, and he called Carl to ask if he had a place for her. He hired her almost as soon as he saw her, and damn proud that he DID. She's turnin' to, and making a hand." He looked over at Gloria. "We already told him, Francis and me, you were ready to solo, and he's already got you on scale. Your check will be for 14 dollars an hour, for 2 more months. Carl came by last night, and looked at your work. He was. He went back into the closet after he finished the last snap on my bra. He pulled out a pair of my transparent clear stilettos and said, "Now for your glass slippers my princess." Why thank you, but you ain't no Prince Charming," I giggled."Ok, nice thanks . . . hey how fast can you put your hair up? You look really good with your hair up." He said."Not long." I replied and I scampered out to the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes to put my hair up, but it looked great. I left enough hair down.