Jail makes you desperate. I was spending a year in the same prison that employs my father. He’s a guard. The weird thing is, he was no longer my dad and was now a big dicked guard who gave me what any incarcerated female needs. Dick. Lots of it.
Sir, My new maid Ada is employed under-rate - ('tis only proper for a new servant). But, as a considerate master, I have promised quadruple wages and a penny for coal if she can lick her fundamentals. She reports to me weekly with updates on her progress.
Sir, I found my maid resting upon a chair when there were 9 cases of Brandy to take to the cellar. I dismissed her at once. She said I am the best employer, is working until day-end sans pay, and will present me with a bottle of vintage Burgundy upon her
"Marie, I noticed an open book on the table by your stuff called 'How To Hypnotize Your Employers'... would you like me to save your spot with a bookmark and put in your bag for you?"
