Stacy got excited at the idea as she used the tube to leave marks on her chest and neck.
She grabbed a coat and draped it over her shoulders as she went downstairs. The maid was cooking. She looked startled as she saw her hostess.
Stacy had never woken up before 11. The maid didn't know why she suddenly show up so early today.
“Ma-Ma’am,” the maid stuttered, “You’re so early today...”
“Yeah,” Stacy yawned, “My sister will be here for the treatment later. You just bring her to Ivan’s bedroom directly, understand?”
“Can we do that?” The maid asked carefully, “I thought Mr. Hendrix hated that...”
“His room is also my room. I said it’s okay, then it’s totally okay. Any problem?” Stacy raised her voice.
“No, ma’am,” the maid shook her head immediately, feeling scared.
This was Meg
