The rich girl has a secret yearning; the less suitable the partner the better the sex

Daddy would be shocked to hear you say such a thing but it's true. The only redeeming quality, sex-wise, of any rich boy, is the size of their dick. Even if it takes an implant to enlarge it. You long ago discovered that the pampered boys you dated were the lousiest lays.

For a while you even thought that was it. Sex was boring. Then one day, quite by accident, you went to the pool shed to find someone to fix the pool heater. It just happened that you arrived at the scene of the gardener's pre-arranged tryst with one of the maids. Sadly for the maid she got cold-feet at the last second. Good for you.

In the darkness of the little room the older, grubby man seized you from behind, spinning you to him before... Well, suffice to say that he ravaged you with no regard for what was proper or your station.

He knew he hadn't gotten lucky with the maid. You could hear her yelling at him for cheating on her and saw his eyes flicking from one female staff member to another, wondering who he'd had in that shed, never once suspecting it was you.

It was the beginning of an obsession of yours. Though you would deign to pleasure the rich boys your heart was never in it and your mind would wander to the help nearby, especially the gardeners, who rooted in the filthy dirt all day. Then you started to go farther afield in your yearnings. Servants were one thing, they were at least associated with your class, but to step down a rung or two? Could you ever dare?