I again felt a stir down my spines and with pounding heart went close to her. I sat on the floor close to her bed and started watching her assets clos...ely. I touched her legs lightly pretending to cover her naked body. The moment I placed the blanket at her legs she pushed it downwards and removed it with toes of her feet. I took some courage and sat beside her, with mug in my hand and pretending to cover her ass, I intentionally touched her leg and thighs. Seeing no movement I took my face. There, a modest reception area with a changing room connects to the large therapy room, where I hang. There is a second door from the therapy room to the main body of the house. Only Mrs. Minever has the key. Thus on these quiet Saturday afternoons, I hang in naked humiliation, but with a degree of relative comfort knowing that only Mrs. Minever has access to the office.Months ago word spread throughout the neighborhood that Mrs. Minever was seeking to hire a boy for a part time cleaning. She enjoyed the simple pleasures of country life and had similar hopes, dreams and fears as any young girl on the verge of womanhood. She wanted to be loved, and a chance to give love in return. Nancy wondered sometimes if her wishes would ever come true, if she would ever be able to have a real relationship, as Nancy was sexually molested by her stepfather as a very young girl. Although her stepfather had long since left, Nancy was still haunted by vivid memories and horrible dreams. Anytime a. Now I'm excited about it."I said, "I'm trying to make sure that none of you become all bummed out over not getting to do what you want, or from having to spend time doing things you'd rather not." That's just what we do. We always bitch and moan about the stupidest shit," said Dave.I answered, "Yeah, well, not this time. Hear me out, then we can talk about it. My idea came from Summer's Christmas gifts to each of you. Since those worked out so well, you know we sort of borrowed them again for.