I spread my legs and touched the wand to the crotch of my panties. She expressed how happy she was to be living in such a nice big house and to have a friend like me to talk to. XXNX *Sigh*. . …now my little shadow wasn’t even here to keep my company. I felt like such a whore sitting there using someone else’s sex toy, but I didn’t care. The brass knob turned easily and made no noise as I let the door slowly swing open. Maids uniforms, some blouses, nothing out of the ordinary. Mother and Father let her move into our nicest Guest Suite complete with a grand bath, and a large balcony. There were several shoe boxes here and there and my Mother allowed Ming-Lee a clothes allowance to help her fit in at school. The only company for me being the hired live-in staff and the stable hands, and of course mean old Stella, the Cook, that makes me eat her slimy steamed brussle sprouts *ick*. Being 18 can be such a drag. She had burst into tears when Davidson, the Head Butler, carried her one small bag to her rooms the day she arrived.
