“Your accent is nice,” Ron said. “It makes you sound foreign and exotic.”She spoke a bit slowly, with precise diction. “No, eet makes me s...ound like an uncultured peasant girl.” She smiled at him again as she tossed the bunch of grapes on the plate his sandwich had been on. “English men all think that French girls sound trés sexy. I’m an adult now, I should be able to turn eet off when I want to.”“You and Bill live in France though, so shouldn’t your accent be a carry over from speaking in. I was so turned on. Not out of control exactly but nearly. I scared myself, I guess. And afterwards – well, I just felt awful.”“It sound like you did exactly the right thing, then. Sometimes I think that tops need a safe word too.”“I didn’t mean to upset Lionel, it really wasn’t his fault. It was just that I was rougher than I ever thought I could be. And, well,...”“And...”“Well, I made use of him. Grabbed him and just, well, used his face. He must have been shocked.”“Possibly. But I suspect. Her bottom felt well used and she wondered how many more loads it will take before the day and the weekend was out. Around 3pm a note was slid under the door, it read come down in 30 minutes in your cleaning uniform. samantha checked it was all clean and went downstairs. The door was open and everyone was outside, several couples were there and of course Penny, and Mr and Mrs D. The couples apparently were business associates and were fully aware of the maid. For the next hour or so she served. I opened the door slowly and walked into the room. My stepfather had an icepack wrapped around his head and had his eyes closed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was just in his silk boxer shorts. I admired his hot looking body.“Kelly is that you?”“Are you having a migraine?”“Yes! It’s throbbing a bit.”“I read an article in my women’s magazine and they talked about tips on migraines.”“Really? What were their tips?”“You would need to get naked.”“Naked? What kind of a secret tip is this?”“The kind.