What’s up?”Phoebe shut the door behind her and came over to the bed, sitting down on it and twisting around to face the houseguest. “Well, I fig...ured you were all by yourself tonight, and I was wondering if you might like some company.”John sidled over on the bed to make room for the busty little cook. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”“Thank you.” Phoebe loosened the belt to her robe and pulled it off. Underneath she was wearing a small baby-doll nightgown, with a loose crop top held together. A few lines of pearls along your shoulders is too much ornamentation? Feh!It's going to be difficult wearing black for the next month. It doesn't complement your appearance. Your skin looks too pale even when you wear lighter colors, but in this? You're tempted to carry around a book or a drawing pad just so you can prove your skin isn't as white as parchment. And yes, black is slimming, but you're so slender it makes you look like a twig. More than once you've noticed someone behaving more. Her small little breasts, jutting out with her nipples at attention, her slender waist, well on its way to becoming curvaceous show for the boys, her spreading hips, showing off her beautiful, firm ass and, best of all, her curly, scantily growing pubic mound, that barely covered those precious lips. O, those lips, those gates protecting her hidden treasures, were tight and firm. They were standing guard, daring anyone or anything to approach her delicate entrance. My knees would have given. Please don't take offense, but they can be very demanding... even mean. They would often treat me poorly, even if I work very very hard to make them happy.I see. We can be a bit demanding, but not without good reason. Did any of it bother you?No ma'am.Very good answer. That's what I like to hear, a servant who isn't bothered by the job. Please tell me why did it not bother you?Because in Costa Rica we've come to expect American women to be... to act... better than us local girls.Believe me, its.