"Thank you," she said demurely."Thank you," she said demurely. "You too, Miss Hart. My name is Helga. I do the cooking around here, along with various other services to the Mistress. We're happy to have you here, girls, and I must say that your pictures really did not do you justice. You're both stunning." "Thank you, Helga, you're very kind," said Sue. This woman's demeanor was endearing and her ear-to-ear smile seemed to radiate sunshine. She was nearly a full head taller than either of them and they were amazed when she hoisted all four suitcases at the same time. She caught Terry glancing at her breasts again and smiled at her pleasantly. "I like to wear as little as possible," Helga said by way of explanation. "It's good for the body and I like to be good to my body. That's one reason I took this position. The weather's pleasant and we're very isolated here." "Sounds absolutely delightful to me!" Terry chirped as the trio ascended the steps leading to the door. Helga encouraged her. "Feel free, Miss McArdle. It feels wonderful!" she said. Terry quickly removed her white satin blouse and bra and then draped her long blonde tresses modestly over her breasts. Helga set down the luggage in the foyer and introduced the new arrivals to Yvette who was coming down the grand staircase carrying a silver tea set. She was much smaller than the cook and just as beautiful, though in a more petite, delicate way. Her hair was short and black, and her figure was as slim as those fashion models whose legs look like those of children. She was more dressed than the cook, though her maid's uniform was skimpy and quite flashy. "Bon jour," she said pleasantly, setting the tea service down on a sideboard. They exchanged a few amenities as Terry and Sue tried to drink in the breathtaking level of luxury. |