The following Saturday evening a very nervous Amanda rang the doorbell of the Bennett's very large house in the right end of town. She had her heart in her mouth and moisture in her panties. She was remembering Monday and how she had been excited like never before. Would she be physically punished, would they manage to get her as excited again, would Mr and Mrs Bennett get excited and would she be granted permission to orgasm?

All these thoughts had her buzzing but also totally confused. It was a relief when the door was opened by a girl of no more than 20 years old, dressed in a maid's outfit. The dress was almost indecent in length as it occasional showed the top of her black stockings.