I have been a servant since I was a young girl as was my mother and her mother. We have all worked for the Hyde-Jones family and they're home is the only home I have ever known. However here I sit in the mistress' bedroom in her large wing back chair with my feet up. While I am enjoying a hot cup of tea, Mrs. Hyde-Jones is between my legs with her face in my vagina cleaning the sperm of her oldest son from me. As I drink my tea and enjoy the tongue of my employer let me tell you of how this all came to pass.
Mr. Hyde-Jones' business is importing but what he mainly imports is young women to be virtual chattels of the wealthy in this country. On one of his many trips to my home country where my mother was born and I conceived he decided to take the family. Of course, if the family is to go the help must go along, as the Mistress could never trust outside servants. They were in staterooms and we were in steerage yet still at their beck and call at any time of the day or night. I personally was sea sick almost the whole voyage yet I dare not let the Mistress ever find out. You cannot believe how glad I was to see landfall, then only to discover our accommodations on land were even worse. The family traveled the countryside while we were to stay in our rooms small and unbearable from the heat.
One night another of the young servant girls and I snuck out to see the town. We sat at a small tea stand close by both thrilled and scared by our adventure. We talked over tea about the rudeness of our employers and laughed at their buffoonery. A boy came up to us and began talking and then without a thought of me my friend went off with him, begging me to wait there for her. I sat alone as the adventure lost its fun and that's when I noticed the hag sitting at the next table.
"Young girl do not be afraid of me. I have been listening of your talk and I might have something to give you that will change your life."
She went on to say that, she knew I wished to go with the boy and when she asked why he picked the other girl instead of me, I began to cry. Sobbing I said I was never the girl that the boys picked and it was because I was too fat, too dark, or just too ugly. The hag took pity on my sorrow and offered me something she had around her neck. She said it was an amulet of power and if I held it in my hand as I wished for the affections from someone that someone would want nothing else on earth more than me. I asked her why she would offer this to me, as I had no money to pay her for it. She answered that now that she was an old lady, she was no longer interested in having other people desirous of her. She went on to say the power would only work on people who had slighted me in any way. The other problem was that I would never achieve happiness and would end up old and alone like her.
