Jane gets the soda

Jane returned with my soda and continued to kneel on the floor a few feet in front of me as we talked about our days and the goings on of the world. I was interested in hearing Jane speak about how she felt when the cleaning woman came. She explained that she was "so nervous" at first but as she watched the short, fat cleaning lady she knew that she should feel proud of her body and knew that the cleaning lady must wish she had a tall, thin body like Jane. The cleaning lady had large breasts that sagged while Jane's small tits would stay perky for life. She got more relaxed as the woman continued and eventually stopped bothering to cover herself up. She felt a little mean spirited, but she wanted to brag about her body to this woman who probably dreamed of having this sort of beauty her whole life and instead was just a lowly cleaning lady.

I was happy that Jane was making such progress but disappointed that her story had a tinge of believing she was better than a woman who cleans for others for a living. It's not easy work cleaning hotel rooms and picking up after others and Jane should respect the women who do.

I ordered delivery for them and had Jane sign for it. I appreciated that she didn't hesitate this time when I asked her to do something - even if she were nude. She's a good girl, I thought.