She’d repeated her offer for me to come and live with her, and I could see the sense in her argument. On the other hand I was enjoying being a maid, especially the prospect of lots of money and lots of male attention, female too. She was still there when Morris rang to say that Mr Morozov wanted a one-to-one with me and was prepared to pay handsomely. I couldn’t resist the offer and accepted, but the look on Penny’s face left me burning with guilt. She’d never been able to accept the idea of sex for money, which always seems to me to be just like any other service, so it was no use trying to explain. Knowing what I’d be doing that evening didn’t make her kiss any less warm when she said goodbye either, but she did try to persuade me to come with her. I declined but promised to think about it, but even the lump in my throat as I watched her little red car disappear up the drive wasn’t enough to change my mind. Mr Morozov was due at six and I was to be his personal maid for the evening, dressed in my kinky uniform and serving in the Honeymoon Suite.
