Well, Belinda has helped me out so much already...

"Excellent Parker," Mrs. Anderson says with a smile, seeming rather pleased that you're so willing to make good on our agreement. "I'm sure you'll find Belinda up in her room. I'm sure she'll be eager to help you get ready."

"I'll go find her now, Mrs. And-"

"Ah ah, Parker," Mrs. Anderson interrupts. "If you're to carry on the pretense of being my personal maid, you can't simply go about calling me Mrs. Anderson. It's a touch too informal..."

You pause for a moment, wondering what it is you're supposed to say, when it dawns on you. "I'll go find her now, Mistress," you say, lifting the edges of your skirt in a small, yet still clumsy curtsy.

"Nice touch, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says approvingly, a glint catching in her eye. "Now, run along before I decide to busy you myself."

You nod and slip out the door. Already, your heart is hammering with anticipation and anxiety over the decision you've made. What exactly is in store for you tonight? For that matter, what exactly is in store for you for the rest of your stay here?

You have to steady yourself a moment at the foot of the stairs, but if you had any doubts about whether or not as to whether to mount them, the prime indicator of your excitement is pointing in the direction you know you'll take.

You try and conceal the erection that is currently straining against the sheer fabric of your skirt, but the way the soft fabric of your new panties caress our prick only seems to make things worse.

You take a deep breath to calm your coursing blood and start climbing the stairs slowly, hoping it will sort itself out by the time you reach the top.

It doesn't, of course. You do manage, however, to reposition your prick in such a way that it's a little less prominent, but it will still be obvious to anyone looking.

You suppose that you could "handle" yourself pretty quickly before going to Belinda's room, but then again, you should probably get to Belinda's room as soon as you can.