Chapter Ten
On the ride to Ms. Borgia’s house after work, the knot in Maureen’s stomach had grown tighter and tighter the closer she got. She still hadn’t told Ms. Borgia about the cat. And she was due a punishment already. She would have to drink from the breasts of the poor girl downstairs. And who knew what other indignities Ms. Borgia had in store for her.
When she got back from lunch, she had gone in to see Ms. Borgia right away. Her mistress was gleeful at the good work she had done and promised her two orgasms. She really needed it. Maureen expected her to do it with her hand, but Ms. Borgia surprised her.
“Stand over there,” she pointed to a spot about five feet from her desk. “I want you to lift your skirt and tuck it into your belt.”
Maureen complied.
“Okay, now unbutton y
