I noted that she said “servant” not “server”... While I awaited my servant, I watched the display with took up most of the center of the room.... There were six men and six women bound somewhat tightly in naked Xs on a big carousel that was slowly rotating. Three of the men and three of the women were bound facing inward, the others were bound facing out. A man in tight leather pants and what looked like paratrooper boots was riding inside the carousel, walking from person to person fondling them,. Taking care not to crash my head against the wall, I did so.It really hurt what Miss Katie did. She scrubbed my pussy and around my bum with the wire-brush. The soap lubed away some of the pain, but I had to hold onto my knees and clench my teeth too. I had never felt such pain before that.When she was done, Miss Katie inspected my scrubbed crouch. The touch of her fingers around my red-raw pussy was fantastic. I had never felt such an intense feeling like that. Clearly she had done that before. She gurgled appreciatively as she adapted to this new experience."Enjoy yourself," I told her as I prepared to depart, wishing for all the world that I could stay and play. Intent on my purpose, I opened the garage door and climbed into the Mercedes.Setting the satnav for my destination, I drove towards Amersham. In my pocket was the fake warrant card that identified me as Detective Sergeant Steven Bird of Amersham CID. It would not pass muster with everybody but to an uninformed member of the. Isaacs. Let her stay in one of your extra room for as long as she needs. Do it now!”Normally, I roll my eyes and begrudgingly comply with most of my mother’s ‘requests’. This one however, was very different. Because in this case, I was excited in a multitude of ways. I had known Mrs. Isaacs my entire life. She was a neighborhood mom, my mother’s longtime friend, rival, and occasional sworn-enemy. She was about 5 years younger than my mother, and most egregiously (at least from my mother’s.