Part 4

     This time when I woke up I knew I hadn't been dreaming. I was lying
 facedown in the yard, naked and alone, my ass, pussy and thighs sticky with
 cum. I realized, too late, that Friday night was no dream either, but a sad
 reality. I looked around but there was nothing to cover up with. After looking
 around to make sure nobody could see me, I dashed quickly for the house.

     I stepped inside and slammed the door behind me, then ran to the guest
 room.  I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, emerging only when I
 was sure nobody was home. I avoided talking to Tracy and Lisa, pretending to
 be asleep when they knocked on the door. As soon as Sheila got home, I
 pretended I didn't feel well and rushed home.

     I couldn't believe what I'd done. After living as a model citizen for 40
 years, trying hard to be a good wife and mother, I'd thrown it all away in a
 day and a half of lust and depravity. What would I do if my husband and
 children found out? What would I do if my boss ever found out? I'd been a
 secretary at the insurance agency for 22 years. I knew I was a good secretary
 but their business was dependent on the people of the community; I'd be
 dismissed in a heartbeat if I was found out. I was determined not to let that
 happen. I'd just avoid everyone involved and let the whole thing die down.

     Everything seemed fine for several months. I finally felt like I was back
 to normal. We'd even seen Sheila and Greg socially a few times and I thought
 the kids must have kept it to themselves. I was sure I was probably the
 subject of a few gross stories in their dorms but there wasn't much I could do
 about that. In fact, I'd pretty much pushed it out of my mind so I really
 didn't get alarmed when I came home from work one day and saw Sheila, Lisa and
 my husband sitting in the living room.

     I started to panic when I saw the anger in Mark's eyes. "Charlene, Sheila
 says you seduced several of her daughters' friends a few months ago. I told
 her to get the hell out of my house but she wanted to hear it from you."

     I tried to cover the fear in my eyes. "Mark, you know I'd never do
 anything like that. I can't believe she'd say such a thing."

     Lisa spoke up. "You slept with my boyfriend and then tried to have sex
 with Tracy and me too."

     "That's a lie!" I screamed. "Don't you dare say such a thing!"

     Mark turned to Sheila. "Sheila, I don't know what's come over you or that
 daughter of yours, but if you're not out of my house in one minute, I'm
 calling the police."

     Through all that, Sheila sat calmly on the end of the couch. "Mark, when
 my daughter comes to me and tells me she was molested, I have no reason..."

     "That's it!" Mark interrupted. "I'm pressing charges." He picked up the
 phone and started dialing.

     Sheila continued as if he hadn't spoken. "...no reason not to believe her,
 especially when she shows me proof." She threw something into Mark's lap. He
 took one look and hung up the phone.

     As soon as I saw what he was looking at, I ran into the bathroom and threw
 up. It was a picture of me, in a car. My dress was pulled down so you could
 see my breasts. My hairy pussy framed the base of one cock and I was sucking
 on another. From the look on my face, it was obvious that I was loving every
 minute of it. The two boys whose cocks I was draining were grinning at the
 camera.

     I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. When i finally came out, Mark
 was pale and Sheila looked smug. I sat down on the arm of his chair and tried
 to take his hand but he wouldn't let me. Sheila spoke first.

     "Charlene, I think you've done a horrible thing but I don't want you to go
 to prison. Your children are too young and I think they still need a mother,
 even a lousy one like you. However, I think you need to be punished for what
 you did. I have suggested, and Mark has agreed, that the best punishment will
 be for you to come to work for me for two years. I've always wanted a maid and
 you will do it. If you do it without complaint, I won't press charges against
 you for molesting my kids."

     I looked at Mark. "I think it's fair," he said. It will mean quitting your
 job but you can find another one. You will stay at Sheila and Greg's during
 the week and you can come home from Saturday until Monday. That will give you
 a chance to see the kids. Sheila, I'm sorry I didn't believe you." He
 hesitated. "I think I need some time to figure things out, too."

     I burst into tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why it happened. I
 love you."

     Sheila stood up. "Come on, Charlene. You can get started tonight."

     I followed, still crying. I wasn't even going to be able to say good-bye!
 Mark turned his back on me and walked away. We got outside and I started to
 get into Sheila's car, but she stopped me.

     "My employees don't ride in my car and I don't want your car clogging my
 driveway. You can walk."

     "Walk? You can't be serious," I protested. "It's all the way across town!
 Sheila, be reasonable."

     Before I even knew what was happening, Sheila slapped me hard across the
 face. " Let's get this clear. I'm disgusted with you for what you did. I
 agreed to let you work for me so you didn't have to go to jail but I intend to
 see to it you are punished for your crimes. Don't you EVER question one of my
 instructions again. I said you will walk so you better walk, either to my
 house or to the police. Which will it be?"

     Tears were streaming down my face as I answered, "I'll walk to your
 house."

     "I think you mean, 'Please may I walk to your house,'don't you?"

     I sniffed, "Please may I walk to your house, Sheila?"

     Sheila smiled. "Yes, Charlene, you may. But from now on you will address
 me properly. You will always call me 'ma'am' or Mrs. Winters but never
 'Sheila.' You will call everyone in my house 'sir' or 'ma'am' and if they are
 in my house they are my guests, so you must consider a request from them a
 request from me. Do you understand?"

     I was embarrassed. We were standing in my driveway and Sheila was not
 trying to be quiet. I nodded quickly, hoping this would all be over.

     "Good girl. Stop crying, too. I'm sick of your blubbering. You got into
 this mess, now you must live with it. I expect you at the house in half an
 hour. I want supper ready when Greg gets home." Sheila got in the car and
 drove off, with Lisa snickering beside her.

     I walked as fast as I could and made it to Sheila's house just before the
 deadline. I walked up to the front door but found it locked. I rang the
 doorbell and waited. When Sheila came to the door she looked angry.

     "Servants don't use the front door. Come in through the garage." She
 slammed the door in my face.

     On the way over I made up my mind not to get mad so I went around to the
 garage and tried the side door. it too was locked. This time Sheila was
 smiling when she answered.

     "That's much better. However, you will have to wear a uniform. Take off
 all your clothes and put them into this box." She handed me a cardboard box.

     Without arguing, I stripped off my dress and slip and stood there in my
 bra and panties, praying Greg wouldn't come home and open the garage door.
 When Sheila just looked at me, I realized she wanted my underwear to go into
 the box as well. Finally, I stood shivering in the garage, naked and waiting
 for my ordeal to end.

     Sheila took the box into the house, then returned with another. "I believe
 this is yours." The box contained the outfit I'd worn at the party, complete
 with a new pair of stockings and heels. Before I could say anything she closed
 the door in my face. As small as the outfit was, it was preferable to being
 naked so I quickly dressed and went into the kitchen.

     Sheila laughed at me in my uniform. I flushed but started fixing some
 dinner. She sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and directing me. When I
 bent over to get a casserole dish, she hooted and I knew she'd seen my bare
 pussy. After I got the casserole into the oven, she spoke.

     "I don't want that hairy thing uncovered in my kitchen. While dinner is
 cooking, I want you to go shave all the hair off it." I opened my mouth to
 protest but she must have anticipated it. "If you complain, I will take you
 for a haircut tomorrow morning."

     I went into the bathroom and shaved. I'd never done it before and it took
 me quite a while but I eventually got it pretty smooth. After cleaning up, I
 returned to the kitchen.

     "Bend over the table," Sheila ordered. "I want to make sure you did a good
 job." I flushed but bent over, then moved my feet apart when she told me to.

     "I can't figure out why those boys wanted to fuck you anyway, Charlene.
 Your pussy is huge; mine is much tighter." Sheila ridiculed me.

     "I agree, honey. Your pussy is much tighter," I heard a male voice, Greg,
 behind me. I started to jump up but Sheila told me to stay bent over. I felt a
 thick finger part my swollen lips and slide easily into my cunt. "Is this our
 new maid? Why is her pussy so wet?"

     "She's a slut, that's why," Sheila replied. "Look how loose it is from all
 the fucking she does."

     Greg pulled his finger from my cunt and laughed. "Well, you know how it is
 with the help, honey. All they think about is food and fucking. Where's
 dinner?"

     "It would be ready if Charlene would get going," Sheila grabbed Greg by
 the arm and led him from the kitchen. I was flushed and panting from
 embarrassment. I didn't know how I was going to face these two, day after day.

     Dinner went well. I served them, then ate my own meal, in the kitchen.
 Sheila told me I could only sit at the kitchen table or in my room, anywhere
 else I must either stand or sit on the floor. I was so tired and humiliated
 that I didn't argue.

     About eight PM I was called into the living room. Lisa was home again and
 she and her parents were sitting around the room.

     "Charlene, we're bored. Why don't you entertain us?" Sheila asked.

     "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "What would you like?"

     "Lisa tells us you masturbated to entertain she and her friends. Why don't
 you do that?" Sheila smirked.

     I opened my mouth to cry out but realized I had no choice. How could I
 willing masturbate for a group of teens, then refuse adults? So I turned
 around and got down on all fours.

     It took me a while to get myself aroused. It didn't help that the three of
 them chatted and laughed while I knelt there, rubbing my bud and driving two
 fingers in and out of my pussy. Finally, it started to heat up and I
 eventually managed a small orgasm.

     Sheila gave me permission to stand up. "Not bad, but tomorrow bring a
 dildo in with you. The only way to keep you happy is to stuff something in
 that fat pussy of yours. You started out poorly but you were pretty good
 tonight, you may sleep in the basement. Don't get used to it, though. If you
 disobey me, you will find yourself sleeping in the garage."

     I hurried down cellar and made a bed over near the furnace. Since I had no
 other clothes with me, I had to sleep naked. For the first time since I was a 
 little girl, I cried myself to sleep.

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Continued in part 5
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