“Excuse me but what in the hell are you doing,” I ask. We all stare at each other for a second before the guy asks, “We were wondering if we cou...ld join you?’’ I pause for a second and say, “Why not?” They both walk into the room. The woman with him (I never did find out her name), is just a little smaller than me with much bigger boobs, but a smaller ass. Right away she starts to shed her clothes and climbs up on the bed. Before I even have time to think about it, she leans over and starts to. ." Natasha instructed, cutting the blonde off once again."Natasha Romanoff," Sharon said, surprised by the sudden lack of levity in the redhead's tone; replaced by clipped steeliness. "No, that's just another cover. Say the one that matters."Sharon blinked, for the first time intimidated by her fellow agent as she was reminded of Natasha's reputation, looking the woman in the eyes:"Black Widow..." Exactly" Natasha said flatly. Moving swiftly the redhead tugged the tight hem of Carter's skirt up. We were allowed to keep our black uniforms on, which felt like a great privilege.One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be. Eve fondled his balls, and it made him wonder, ‘Hey, do you want some eggs?’ ‘Let me make them,’ she said, removing her hand to open the refrigerator. ‘Why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?’ Oops. He hadn’t thought of that. ‘I lost it… swimming. You don’t remember?’ ‘No.’ She cracked the eggs into the frying pan. ‘We should spend some of our loot to replace it.’ Uh-oh. ‘Loot?’ ‘Yeah, in the trunk. Did you think I’d forgotten about it?’ The eggs sizzled and splattered. ‘Ow!’ ‘You’d better.