"Okay, that's... a suite, correct?" she looked at me over the rim of her glasses.I smiled my sweetest smile and nodded. "Unless you've got a dungeon w...ith racks and whips for us, then by all means we'd take that," I said cheekily.Martina slapped my butt and looked embarrassed at the clerk. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her. “Walk with me”, answered Melissa calmly. She led me back to the car and we sat inside for a few minutes in silence. “Listen up”, my aunt began, “You’re a big girl, and, from what you told me last night, getting more…more …aware”, she stuttered. I kept quiet for once and waited for her to continue.“Charlene…well..Charlene and I have been having…we have…. a thing going “, she managed to spit out. She waited for me to say something but I didn’t.“It quite secret…she’s married…to a bum but that’s. “One of a pair,” he said, “Pretty near fresh off the boat. Bought their paper for a song t’other day; cap’n was in a hurry to weigh.”I asked the girl her name, and she looked at the bar man before she cleared her throat, sniffed and said, “Nancy, sir,” with another quick curtsey.“Don’t drop your knee to me, girl,” I told her. “We don’t do that on this side of the water.”“Sorry, sir,” she said quietly, almost doing it again.“Don’ you spoil ‘em, y’big galoot,” my sometimes-friend cried, slapping. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do.