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Not the maid, part four

When they were finished, Massimo told me to show my gratitude. "Grazie Maestro, grazie Signore Luca". Their smile was my reward and I, strangely enough, was proud of it. I was learning. "Go to the bathroom, Slut, and tidy up, we're not done y
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Not the maid, part three

Massimo pushed his chair back and spread his legs. "So you want starters? Beg for it". There I stood in a restaurant, dressed like a whore and I had to beg? I hated the look on his face, so smug, so self assured. No warning came when he hit me ha
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Not the maid, part 2

"You're not going anywhere", Massimo said, as he dragged me along into the garden. He pushed me against a wall. "Please Massimo", I whispered, afraid anyone might hear us. He slapped me in the face. "Who allowed you to use my name, you litt
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Not the maid

My life changed dramatically when our family moved over to Italy. My father had been in the diplomacy for ages and now he had decided to leave Indonesia and to settle down in his home country. We of course were to follow, my mother and I that is, my
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