I began to live my life as Marci, the slave maid. Rob had never made a real move on me, possibly because we worked together at the women’s shelter—a haven for battered and abused women. XXX We hadn’t yet discussed the sleeping arrangements, but I wasn’t worried. You picked a great day to visit. After lunch I explained that we had to register him for school and then I would take him shopping for some new clothes. That’s why my clit is locked up. I had to spread my legs to get out of the car and my skirt rode more than high enough to give the valet a good look at my private treasure.
