I don't know for sure. Cindy had her clothes pressed up covering her front. We opened the bathroom door. Peeking out, and not seeing or hearing Sheila...up and about, Cindy scampered down to the next door in the hall. That was her room. She would change there. I closed the door and put on my fresh clothes. I could still smell my Cindy's soapy odor. That evening we had dinner together. Dad was drinking a bottle of Falstaff with his meal. Cindy had baked some chicken. That was what she had been. About an hour later, as Jane was busy cleaningMiranda’s room, the blonde stuck her head round thedoor. ‘Downstairs now slut – time to pay the help.’Jane took a deep breath and shuffled out of the room,making her way carefully down the stairs. Miranda waswaiting at the bottom, without speaking the blondeunclipped Jane’s cuffs from the chain and re-attachedthem to the rings at the side of her belt, limiting herfreedom of movement to virtually zero, Jane was thenled. More

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