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Castle arrived home.
    As what would become usual, I was not there to greet him at his arrival, but only heard of it through the honking of his horn. This was customary, as the estate was so enormous and the servants so few that a little noise had to be made to keep things running. I was just finishing up my duties for the day, and hoped perhaps to talk to Terrence to ask him what to do about Lilah. I didn’t know if he could help or not, but at least he could tell me if I was unique, or if Lilah did this with every maid. Were these the passionate activities that Mister Castle warned me about?
    If they weren’t, I shuddered to think what he might have been referring to instead.
    There was a system of intercoms in the house—a necessity for a place so big. I had already learned how to use the wall-planted devices in the preceding days.
    “I’d like a drink.”
    His drink was a whiskey on the rocks, I already knew. He drank an expensive sort of whiskey with a blue ribbon label. And so, I rushed down to the kitchen—Spoons already had it waiting for me on a tray—and then very carefully I rushed back upstairs to his study with what he requested. I took a moment before entering to make sure that my tits, still constrained in my tiny maid’s outfit, would not bounce out right away.
    He was waiting for me, his jacket off, sitting on the large tall-backed chair in front of his fireplace.
    “Hello, Claudette.”
    “Welcome back, Sir.”
    He took a long sip from his drink, eyeing me up and down. “You’re looking fine.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    I could not help but preen, smiling and then blushing a bit at my enjoyment of his compliment.
    “Did my wife pick that out for you?”
    I nodded. “Yes, Sir. She thought it would make me look...more appropriate.”
    “And you conceded? What a good girl.”
    Those words, from his mouth, made me tremble.
    He had made possibly the least sexual overtures toward me from the trio of him, Lilah, and Terrance. And yet it was he, Mister Castle, who now occupied the most room of the arousal space in my brain. How could he not? He was so powerful, so enormous, so devilishly handsome. And I was alone with him in his study in this big, big house...and he could tell just from looking at me that I would do whatever he said.
    Still looking me up and down, he set his drink on his desk.
    “Let’s have a look at you, then.”
    “Sir?”
    “Put your hands on the table there.” He pointed at the small coffee table in front of the fireplace across from the seat. It was below my knees. “It’s time for an inspection. I have to compare notes with my wife, make sure that you’re dressed how she remembers. We wouldn’t want you cheating, after all.” He stopped. “Or don’t you still want this job?”
    Oh god. They all knew, didn’t they? They all knew what kind of a woman they had working under them. They all knew she would just keep doing what she was told, again and again, her hot little body getting hotter and hotter...
    Trembling, I put my hands on the desk as he ordered.
    “Spread your legs out, now.”
    Moaning slightly, I did.
    “Wider. Give me a good look.”
    Still trembling, I did so.
    He placed his hands upon my legs then. His rough fingertips slid over the soft flesh of my thighs, feeling higher and higher still. I felt certain he was going to stick his fingers inside of my pussy...but he stopped, then. He stopped before he even felt my tiny, flimsy panties.
    “Stand up.”
    I let out a sigh of relief—and my breath was so quick that my nipple popped from my top. Quickly I adjusted it, but in doing so, I had to rub the offending nipple around...exciting me even more than his touch had. My nipples were soon rock hard, and when I turned, he could see them.
    “I see. You are a good girl, aren’t you?”
    I turned my head down and gulped. “Yes, Sir. I try, Sir.”
    “Do you know what we do with good girls around here, Claudette?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Whatever we want, my