His mouth continued to form what I couldonly assume were words, but how was I supposed to pay attention? He ran his fingersthrough his hair, leaving b...ehind mussed locks of black hair. I wanted to touchthe silkiness of his hair and smooth it down. "....aboutyou?" I blinked, startled outof my reverie. "What?" I said, trying not to sound as if I had beenfantasizing about him. "I'm sorry, I was spacing out for a minute." "How about you?Where are you from?" He waved a hand in front of my face. "You. After instructing Eve to dress and then start packing up their things, she spoke to Mindy: "Mindy, can you hear me." Yes, Mistress." Good. I would like for you to roll off of Sandy and lie next to her."Mindy's body slowly slid off of Sandy's, eventually leaving the girl resting on her side, one arm still draped across the comatose form of the passed out woman beside her.Mistress Catherine had some final commands for Sandy, but first she had to prepare a few things, and she needed to put Sandy. .but alsorather strangely the mannequin it was draped on seemed to capture myattention, it was the eyes in particular. Whoever made the mannequin hadgone to great lengths to make them look real, and in them I feltsomething.....submission, a strange feeling but a strong one.I circledthe market plucking up the courage to ask about the dress. In the end Idecided to pretend I was a collector."I'm quite interested in this dress," I informed the elderly stallholder."Ahh you have a good eye....are you. I guessed he was about sixty. He was white haired, fairly thin, but like her well dressed."Ah yes," she said, "Would you be a dear and do the dusting and what ever chamber maid's do please."I started to do a little dusting here and there. I noticed that he was watching me kneeling. So I gave a little show, bending over more then I needed to, showing the tops of my legs a little, letting the front of my dress gape open so he could see the white bra holding my little breasts.At some point the.