Epilogue

Sandra woke up slowly. She felt a sadness passing over her, and realized it was because this was to be her last full day at the Clark's.

A maid knocked softly on the door to her room.

"Come in, please," murmured Sandra. Persis pushed her way into the room, a pile of garments draped over her arm.

"Miss Betsy asked me to dress you," she said. "And to see if there is anything else that you would like me to do."

"I wonder if this is a test," thought Sandra to herself. "I'll go along. If I'm wrong, well, apologies will be offered all around."

She sat at the edge of her bed as Persis carefully laid out the garments. She stood up and pulled her nightgown up over her head.

Persis was puttering with something in a corner of the room.

Sandra walked up to her, completely naked.

"As a matter of fact, Persis," she said, "there is something you can do for me."

"Yes, miss?"

Sandra stared at her for a moment.

"Take off your clothes."

She half-expected the maid to react with shock and surprise. But Persis just smiled.

"As you wish," she said.

She walked over to the bed and reached behind her back. Sandra watched as she fumbled with the drawstring of her apron.

"I'll help you with that," she purred.

She stepped up behind her and quickly untied the pull string. The apron dropped and landed in the floor in a white-lace heap.

"Let me unzip you," murmured Sandra.

She slowly pulled down the zipper in back of the black maid's dress that Persis was wearing. The garment slid slowly down the girl's legs, and she stepped out of it. "Don't want to get it all dirty now, do we?"

"No, miss," smiled Persis.

She stood before Sandra, clad only in a pair of panties.

"Why don't you lie down, miss?" she asked.

Sandra smiled and stretched herself out on the bed. Persis slid up next to her.

Sandra raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Persis murmured as she crawled between her spread-eagled limbs.

Sandra was thrown into a whirlpool of fleshy ecstasy. She changed places with the maid, and buried her face in the young girl's crotch.

She found herself intoxicated by the delicious female scent.

When she had finished, Persis dressed her.

"You're to join them at the pool," she said.

"Very well," replied Sandra.

She chuckled to herself at how much her attitude towards other people had changed.

She gasped as she approached the edge of the pool. Val and Betsy were seated at a poolside table.

Val was naked. Betsy was fully dressed.

"Good morning," said Sandra to Betsy.

She knew immediately what was going on.

She didn't look at Val.

They ate a slow and casual breakfast. Betsy leaned back, wiping off her lips with a napkin. "Val."

"Yes, dear?"

"Get us something to refresh ourselves with, won't you?"

He pushed himself away from the table and stood up without saying a word. He sprinted across the lawn and returned with a bottle of wine.

"No, damn you!" shouted Betsy, slamming her fist down hard on the formica surface of the table.

"What, what is wrong?" mumbled Val, an abashed look crossing his face.

"Wine in the morning. You know damn well we smoke, not drink at this time of day!"

"I'm, I'm sorry," said Val.

"I think he should be punished," said Sandra grimly.

"Oh, so do I," said Betsy.

"Don't do anything to me," mumbled Val.

"Come on!"

Betsy pushed herself away from the table and stood up. Val trailed behind as she and Sandra led him to the house.

"You're going to get a real good lesson;" said Betsy.