Feeling is believing
Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around
for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of
course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but
the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly.
Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell
he wasn’t in a very good shape. Not so much because of the blazing sun that was straight overhead,
but more because he had kept her awake for most of the time that night. Well, not directly but he
seemed to her the kind of guy who had made the Spanish maid moan and scream with passion for
half the
for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of
course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but
the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly.
Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell
he wasn’t in a very good shape. Not so much because of the blazing sun that was straight overhead,
but more because he had kept her awake for most of the time that night. Well, not directly but he
seemed to her the kind of guy who had made the Spanish maid moan and scream with passion for
half the