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Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife images herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
For Lita, the young girl in this book, the prospect of an exciting new life after spending the past eight years in a convent is a thrilling one-one she does not intend to let slip by. But the means by which she sets out to fulfill her secret desires may appear questionable. For Lita, however, the desired results are obtained.
PEEPING MAID-the story of a young girl’s quest for an exciting new life, the end of her discovery of her real self. A lesson to society. Food for serious thought.
The car rounded the long gravel drive, and Lita, her big tits heaving with her excitement, got her first glimpse of the Barton mansion, a sprawling imitation Spanish castle that seemed to stretch forever into the distance. Lita helplessly gawked, her mouth hanging open. She could hardly believe she’d be working in such a place.
“Some dump, huh?” said Miles, the Barton chauffeur. “Believe me, kid, these people are rolling in bucks.”
“I believe you,” said Lita.
She had no trouble believing that Foster Barton was rich. What seemed unreal was that she was going to live in his house, even as a maid. She’d never seen such luxury. Miles drove her around back to the service entrance and carried in her two little bags. Lita followed him, a little repulsed by the brute maleness of the Barton chauffeur. Miles had impossibly large shoulders and chest, rock-hard muscles that bulged under his dark blue uniform.
She wondered how it would be to go to bed with a man like Miles. But how could she really know? She’d never been to bed with anybody … “This here’s your room,” Miles said, leading her into a pretty ground floor room, light and spacious. “You get squared away, then report to Mrs. Barton.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-1010 in the original publications (a duplicate).