‘Lay down on the floor’. As I did that, she stepped back and slipped on her high heels which were open backed mules, which I love. Honey B then st...epped over me with her back towards me so I could see a fantastic view of her buttocks and straining suspenders leading down to her stocking tops, each with that beautiful little circle that you always get in the welt of fully fashioned seams. My eyes followed the seams down to her cuban style stocking heels. They were a little twisted and wrinkled. As my slave you have to wake up at 5 a.m. no matter when you sleep first thing you do is to wash, wax and polish my Bentley and Ferrari from outside and clean from inside then you will clean and wax entire floor of the house to perfect shine and then you will come kneel outside my bedroom to serve me as I wakes up first you will put my slippers on my divine feet and greet me good morning by kissing tips of my slippers and then you will walk me to the bathroom stepping on your palms as I don’t. I would, but I knew it would be hard.We talked a little longer about that day, but I didn’t tell her about witnessing, and especially not about being part of, the sexual orgy that had gone on. Obviously I didn’t tell her about the knickers, nor that I had lusted after my own sister. I did however tell her that Mrs Clarke had found out and came around twice a week, for about half an hour or so each time, to make sure I was okay. That eased her worries a little, though not much.The other thing I. "She stood, pensive, looking at him, watching carefully. "You've got a secret plan haven't you."He turned, starting to speak. "Don't," she said. "Look I get it. I'm trying to pay more attention to you, the real you not the imaginary one that’s been in my head the last half year. On the beach you were bothered by it but now you're not." Maybe I learned something on the beach." Yeah, Yeah, even you don’t learn that fast." You defended me," he said "You told that guy to push off and you didn't.