Hello! My name is Ana, Ana de Lorca, of average height, twenty-two years old, with short brown hair. I feel fatter than I’d like to be, a few extra kilos: fair-skinned, the daughter of immigrants from Belize. I started working about two months ago in the home of a widow named Jamie Spencer, but I just call her Lady Spencer. She’s about my height, forty-eight years old, with red hair and green eyes, slender, elegant, and r...

I was still mesmerized by my Lady’s gaze. My heart was racing, and she squeezed my hip, asking again, “Answer me, cheeky girl. Did you see a ghost?” I began to catch my breath, but I didn’t have time to answer. Smiling, she held up a crumpled pair of panties in her hand. I tried to answer, opened my mouth, but she was quicker and shoved the lacy fabric into my mouth to silence me. I smelled a soft scent of lavender and ta...