Chapter 2

Wendy Martin was back at her normal job, today she was busy dusting items around the house and picking up random clutter left by its occupants and servants. All the While wondering when yesterday's events would repeat themselves. She had heard Mr. Demarre yesterday. She knew she would be used as a toy for his son, and perhaps him as well.

For a moment she relived the events of yesterday afternoon. At first she had been humiliated, shamed at first by being caught stealing from her employer, then of being forced to take part in his sons wanton depravations. But as the afternoon wore on she had found herself surrendering to what was happening. Enjoying it on least a physical level. Part of her remembered the young boys hands, guided by his fathers instructions. She had to admit he at least had the decency to let her enjoy the act as well. Not like some of her other boyfriends.

She shook her head. What was she thinking? She was just a toy now. A servant of body as well as house. How could she think such things?

She was surprised by the voice of Anthony, the house butler. "Mrs. Demarre wishes to see you Wendy." He said from behind her. She started and then turned around.

"Thank you Anthony I'll be right there." Perhaps Marie Demarre would help her out of this situation.

She arrived in Mrs. Demarre's personal office a few minutes later and knocked before entering. The lady of the house didn't like to be disturbed without warning. She heard a muffled "Enter." And she walked in.

Mrs. Demarre was sitting behind her desk adjusting papers on the glass surface as the girl walked in. She was as usual dressed in a tasteful yet sexy manner, wearing a blue floor length dress with a vee cut that both hid and showed off her breasts quite nicely. Her dark hair was tied back in a French braid, which showed off the line of her neck nicely. It was all and all a very stunning effect.

"Please Wendy. Have a seat." The lady of the house said and gestured to a chair, which the young lady took. After she had taken her seat Mrs. Demarre began. "Now then Wendy I have been reviewing your employment here, over all it looks as though your performance has been excellent. You have been quite outstanding at your regular duties. Polite to all who have come here, and I understand that you have recently begun a new service for young Michael."

Despite herself Wendy blushed. Wondering what was coming.

"Oh please Child, we are adults here. I'm glad to see Jean found someone as pretty as you to help young Michael come to terms with the urges that come with manhood." She smiled sweetly and got up from her desk. "While I regret the incident that helped to bring you into this position you may find that a position like yours can have its rewards." She said and slowly walked around behind the girl.

Wendy for her part sat stock still, wondering where this was going. She felt a finger move lightly across her shoulder.

"Now I'm sure you understand that we expect our servants to keep the secrets of the house, and we understand that there is a great temptation to tell them." Wendy felt the finger move along her neck. Raising goose bumps as it went. "And for those who have access to our more sensitive secrets we are willing to remunerate quite handsomely for their silence." Miss Demarre's hand drifted across the front of Wendy's throat as she said sensitive. Despite herself she felt her nipples rising. She could smell her perfume, as she stood close and feel the warmth of her hand on her skin stimulating nerves she wasn't aware she had.

"That sounds quite fair Mrs. Demarre." Wendy said as she felt a finger trace a path down the hollow of her throat and slowly work down her chest.

"That's good to hear Wendy, as you are still in the process of learning our secrets, you are in quite a privileged position as of right now. And please when you are here you may call me Marie." She felt the woman lean in closer and felt her finger trail lightly across her breast just barely touching a nipple. She gasped softly. She could feel the hot wetness starting to form between her legs. Slowly the finger worked its way to her other nipple as she felt the woman's hot breath on her neck.