She made me to sit in couch and she gave me glass of water. I said thanks and drank it. And I gave her dairy milk bubbly and cake. She thanked me and ...smiled. Her smile was so cute. I loved a lot. Then she asked me coffee, tea or juice? I said later.Then she took me to her room I was astonished after entering her room. It was beautifully furnished. I was fascinating on seeing it. She asked me what happened? I said I saw beautiful houses only in cinema. I have not seen in real. She hold my hand. The doughnut was as good as the last one, though not warm any more. The chocolate milk had warmed up, ironically, but she decided she didn’t care. It was good too. She let herself be led to the receptionists straight-backed chair, and sank into it. His hands came to her shoulders, and she almost moaned as his strong fingers squeezed, and rubbed. It was almost painful, and yet, it felt divine.“Let your neck muscles relax,” he said softly.Her head lolled forward, but that made it hard to breathe.. Debbie proceeded to soap up a washcloth and her hands and she began to gently wash his back, shoulders, neck and face. Then she repeated the process on his thighs, calves and feet. "Now, roll over onto your side a bit so I can wash that fine white ass of yours," she said laughing lightly again. Mark had tried to sneak peeks at her more than ample tits without looking like he was leering. More than once, Debbie noticed him looking sideways at her chest and smiled lightly at the thought of him. An old oak door was opened by a stern and plump supervisor and they entered cellar 3. Poppy's balls tingled as she was held by the maid just inside the door; at the other end of the cellar a plump middle aged man cowered naked on his knees, flanked by two maids who stood rigid with canes at their sides. Close by was a strangely ornate sarcophagus with a round hole crossed by bars where the face would be. It stood upright with a rope attached to the top which was hung from a crane like device.