Maria had bought me a ring of great subtlety and beauty. The Mistress gave me a fine dress and Jenkins, touchingly, a veiled hat. I was affected by th...is particularly, since I knew she had a deep love of veiled ladies. She fussily arranged the hat and small veil and looked at me with what I can only call lust, so much so that Maria whispered, ‘Please, Miss Jenkins, remember that I have a proprietorial claim to our Madeleine.’ Her good-natured remark drew laughter and smiles from all, for our. Andy couldn't help but smile when Regan turned around. She looked just as beautiful to him while wearing a pair of cotton bikini panties as she did in a lacy thong."Let me pee and we'll take a shower together," she told him."I have to pee, too," Andy informed her."You're a guy," Regan replied, returning his smile. "You can pee in the shower."She winked."Yeah, fine," she said. "We need to brush our teeth, too. No funny stuff, Mister, but I do plan to kiss you."The door closed behind Regan and. Jorgenson’s eyes on me. When I spoke he didn’t look at my face. Instead he looked at my mouth, like he was imagining what it would be like to kiss me, or feel my lips around his you-know-what. It went on like this for three days. I have to admit, teasing him turned me on. It was thrilling to have this type power over him. Every night I played with myself to an incredible orgasm. I came down to Earth on Friday when I re-took the test, but only got a C-. I was devastated, and knew I’d be kicked. “We were about to finish cakes and banh xeo for your return home,” Nguyet said, and she took my hand and lead me inside the house – my house – and into the kitchen. And we were domestic. There was no way out of it. Anything I did or said, Nguyet and the actors reacted as if it was part of the script. I played with the youngest c***dren, I helped Nguyet in the kitchen. We had a delicious home-made dinner of noodles and dumplings. I watched Nguyet at dinner. She was really lovely, though.