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She looked almost school-girl... pert, but with a very full bosom, nearly busty a C-cup and almost perfect, a plaid skirt, white blouse and Mary-janes... but as I got closer.. her appearance had a distinct *edge* to it that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

She motioned her hand to have me roll down my window, briefly asked who I was. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked rudely. All she was missing was snapping some bubble gum!

I was aghast. Who was this little snot? Before I could even finish uttering my name, she abruptly cut me off. “Yeah, you must be Norma. Hurry the fuck up and park over there.” She said angrily. Unlike the other cars arriving she directed me to park on the street, with the rest of the help, instead of going up the driveway. Already I didn't like her.

As soon as I was done parking, she was standing right there at my door, now giving me a bit of a fright. I wanted to say something but as soon as I began to speak and she put her finger to her mouth motioning silence, reminding me of how the nuns used to speak to kids in Catholic school.

“She told you to bring some things, right?” I nodded, silently. “Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” with a vehemence near to boiling.

From recent experience I knew this must be one of Her girls. It was probably best for me to just go along with this little shit. Some of Her girls were quite a bit bossy or took liberties that Mistress did not permit but, I reached down and released the trunk and climbed out of my car.... as I reached into the trunk to get the suit bags, they had shifted a bit in travel. I towered over her, yet I felt already, somehow, she was taking the upper hand. Even at my height, I had to bend over to reach the bags with a slight struggle. As I extended my reach just a bit more to get the first hanger, I felt her hand easing up my skirt.

I didn't react at first. Her fingers actually felt good back there............. smoothing now from side to side. I stayed still just to see how long she would do it, knowing she must be trying to make me angry and get a rise out of me. This night was too important to me to let her set me off.