The Mistress did not forget her promise to reserve for me the lowest ofhousehold chores, and for months I was responsible for the meanestduties, the f...ilthiest and least amusing tasks. I carried heavy loads,scrubbed stained floors, plucked chickens, and discarded the refuse eachday. If the massive oven in the kitchen needed cleaning or even if itdid not, it was I who was summoned to crawl deep inside and sc**** thecaked soot and blackened remains along the walls, always working late atnight so. Trouble was he was short of the readies. The recession. Fucking recession. Fucking amateur models. He needed the shoot, he was being paid to provided content for a website, good money. If she didn’t hurry up he’d have to use one of Helens girls, and that wouldn’t be cheap. Gabby sat in the back of the taxi, outside the address Brian had sent her. She was scared stiff. What the hell was she doing here. Agreeing to an adult model session with some guy on the internet. No one knew she was here,. She had just woken up from the sleep and she was wearing her nighty. I hugged her directly and caressed her breast and her ass. She asked me to wait until she finishes her bath. Her son was still asleep and she went into the bathroom.I asked her not close the door. I want to see her bath. She smiled and went into the bathroom and started to remove her clothes. She was kind of teasing me while doing so. She first unzipped her nighty and removed it. Then, she removed her shirt, and she removed. I hate to be rude so please excuse me, but your calling has become somewhat of a problem. We have people calling on business matters and we really can't afford to be besieged by personal calls for our staff." How do you know it's personal? I've never told you why I'm calling. It could be business."After another long silence, "I'm so sorry, sir, but you're putting me in a very ... awkward ... position. Please?"I knew I was. She was just a secretary/receptionist, following her boss' orders, which.