"Clean up as I told you, I'll be in the kitchen when you’re finished." Then she was gone.

I clambered to my feet, rubbed my knees and then started on my tasks. I was determined to do a good job of the bathroom.

Ten minutes later I walked downstairs, the cottage was warm as I walked through it in my black thong. I was conscious for the first time of just having that on and nothing else as I made my way into the kitchen. Kerri was sat at the kitchen table reading The Guardian newspaper; she was dressed in her cream colored jodhpurs and a black woolen jumper. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen. I did not know if I should get to my knees or just stand there. Kerri looked up from her reading and must have seen my dilemma written on my face.

"D, unless I give you instruction or specify a position that I want you ...

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